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On the grass of Ireland there lives a farmer
His crop spreads far and wide across the land
Heâs got a wife, a wooden cross, and a daughter,
And his walls are lined with four leaf clovers
He thinks heâs lucky,
The world outside his wall wonât trouble him
His life is honest, and therefore it means something
To the lord he knows has chose this life for him,
But I know thereâs more to see
More opportunity to come my way
And you said itâd go unnoticed
But I've noticed:
Iâve noticed youâre wrong.
Deep in the city
Of the great Manhattan island,
There lives a businessman on his own;
Heâs got a suit, a briefcase and a remote control,
And his walls are lined with copper wire
Oh he thinks he lucky,
The world outside his walls is clear to him.
Heâs seen the news,
He knows the plight of the masses thoughts condemned
And heâs got a stack of green papers to prove that heâs better than them,
But I know thereâs more to see
More opportunity to come my way
And you said itâd go unnoticed
But Iâve noticed:
Iâve noticed youâre wrong
The farmer kneels down beside the fire
And does the thing he was taught would make everything right
Oh, perhaps heâs lucky:
To him thereâs an answer,
No mystery or strife
But I know thereâs more to see,
More opportunities to come my way
And I know lifeâs just one big mystery
And I have a history
Of finding mystery ainât wrong.