There's nothing for your comfort   In the place where I was born   Someone's got the roses   'Cause my people got the thorns   My people are the poor ones   Their country made of stones   Their wealth is in persistence   In stories and in bones      And one green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere      Tide must have a turning   The wind must have a change   Children go to cities   Where the stars look strange   And memory's a winding path   Shining in the rain   To places where we parted   And we shall not meet again      On one green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere      And somewhere in the story   It came as no surprise   One time for all time   The rain got in my eyes      One time for all time   The rain got in my eyes      It might be tears of laughter   It might be tears of rage   You hate it and you love it   It rattles at your cage   My people are survivors   Living in the cracks   Whatever bad luck hands them   Well, they keeping on coming back      To one green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One green hill   One green hill   One far green hill   We carry everywhere      One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One far green hill   We carry everywhere   One far green hill   We carry everywhere