Happy the man whose garden shines
with green grass and nineteen kinds
of flowers and herbs growing around his own ground
Happy the man who doesn't leave
happy his native air to breathe
who woos a wife and settles down in his own ground
his own ground, his own ground, his own ground
Happy the children born to the home
of the man and wife who didn't roam
they sleep and play and fool around in their own ground
Happy the man who sleeps at night
his wife and children snug inside
the home they own safe and sound
in their own ground
their own ground, their own ground, their own ground
Happy the man who farms the land
a hundred acres tilled and plant
hens and a hound scratch around their own ground
Happy the man whose garden shines
with green grass and nineteen kinds
of flowers and herbs growing around
his own ground, his own ground, his own ground
Did you know the man whose garden shone
did you know the man who's long gone
when war came and guns did pound
his own ground
Did you know the man felled by a shell
he and his family blown to hell
their blood and bones deep down in their own ground
in their own ground, in their own ground
Do you know the men who sent the jets
whose friendly fire on children and pets
their quiet lives rest in a mound
on their own ground
Do you have a vote that would surely count
to move the men and policies out
so folks can sleep safe and sound on their own ground
their own ground, their own ground
with green grass and nineteen kinds
of flowers and herbs growing around his own ground
Happy the man who doesn't leave
happy his native air to breathe
who woos a wife and settles down in his own ground
his own ground, his own ground, his own ground
Happy the children born to the home
of the man and wife who didn't roam
they sleep and play and fool around in their own ground
Happy the man who sleeps at night
his wife and children snug inside
the home they own safe and sound
in their own ground
their own ground, their own ground, their own ground
Happy the man who farms the land
a hundred acres tilled and plant
hens and a hound scratch around their own ground
Happy the man whose garden shines
with green grass and nineteen kinds
of flowers and herbs growing around
his own ground, his own ground, his own ground
Did you know the man whose garden shone
did you know the man who's long gone
when war came and guns did pound
his own ground
Did you know the man felled by a shell
he and his family blown to hell
their blood and bones deep down in their own ground
in their own ground, in their own ground
Do you know the men who sent the jets
whose friendly fire on children and pets
their quiet lives rest in a mound
on their own ground
Do you have a vote that would surely count
to move the men and policies out
so folks can sleep safe and sound on their own ground
their own ground, their own ground
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