Your fields have lain fallow for far too many years
They need a hand that's strong enough to till them
I would dig a well deep within your ground
To irrigate my dusty, arid land
I would churn the butter
I would turn the earth
We could plant a tree inside the garden
Every morning up at dawn I'll fetch the milk and mow the lawn
My rose bush will begin to blossom
The peaches hanging on your tree stay sweet in my memory
Forever
I have lain
In the green, green grass of Ireland
I've plowed the fertile earth of east Africa
I've sown my seed in foreign lands
But I will return to the vineyards and your sweet red wine
I'll pitch my tent along your tangled vines
Won't you let me come inside?
I'd like to sink my shaft in your soft Virginia hills
I dream of all the treasures I would find
My heart and my soul are copper and coal
Precious rubies chased with veins of gold
Overhead the milky way shines across your grassy fields
The moon is rising full in front of me
I will pass the hours wrapped beneath your stars
'til morning light sends you on your way
Memories of marigold bring me back again to dig there further
I have seen
Sapphires blue and emeralds green
Milk white pearls from the China sea
I've drilled for oil across the globe
But I will return to the cave wherein your treasures lie
I pan for gold across your mountainsides
Won't you let me come inside?

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