Pefect Land

I was thinkin' about
a pretty little house with
such a pretty little garden
and some nice plants

It was near a little
town, built on a hill
And streets comes over it
where people used to walk

You could see everything
You might see everything
Down here... down here

I've been thinking about a place
where the sun moved up
not the east but in the south
and it's yellow, anymore brown

{words for the land I'm used to go every year}