His name is Jackson, he lives in Jamaica   Every mornin' he comes down to the docks   To watch the ships come and go   He's been here too long   Mental slavery, has not touched him one bit      He still know his history, he knows where he come from   That is why he believes the ocean   Can give him some answers   About the very very far home   That he's never been to all his life      He says, "I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa"   Hey, I wish I was home, I wish I was in Africa      I have seen his world, I've seen the other world   I have nothing to say   I put my coat on my shoulders   As I walk away, I heard myself sing      The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself   The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself   The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself      His name is Themba, he lives in Soweto   Every mornin' he goes to the airport   To watch the planes come and go   He has changed his African name to a western one   'Cause he doesn't know how it hurts   To have a name you can't be proud of      He hopes that one day   One of these birds of the sky   Can take him away to a very very far land   Running away from the very roots   That so many black people in the world   Are wanting to come back to a place they call home      They wish they were home, they wish they were in Africa   They wish they were home, they wish they were in Africa      I live in his world, I've seen the other world   I got nothing to say I put my coat on my shoulders   As I walked away I heard myself sing      The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself   The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself   The grass is greener on the other side   Till you get there and see it for yourself   The grass is greener