They are drilling down,
To find that well hidden gold,
I know where it lays/
The river runs close,
To an old oak tree at the bend,
In the Roman road.
The grass is greener,
Maybe it is the water.
Or the sky’s blueness.
As complex as simple is.
They are drilling down,
To find that well hidden gold,
I know where it lays/
The river runs close,
To an old oak tree at the bend,
In the Roman road.
The grass is greener,
Maybe it is the water.
Or the sky’s blueness.