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 © TRINITY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com