Underneath The Big Green Tree

Is there a home, a home for me?

Where the people stay until eternity?

Is there a road that winds up

Underneath the big green tree?

Is there a home, a home for me?



Is there a place, somewhere around?

Maybe out in space, or inside a sound?

And is there a room that always

Has a swinging door?

Is there a place? I don't know anymore...



I was dreaming 'bout you yesterday out on the pier

And I felt you close at hand, your presence in the sand



I could hear you whispering so softly in my ear

Then your words ring true, accept just what you do



Is there a home, a home for me?

Is there a place, a place to be?

Or is there a road that winds up

Underneath the big green tree?

Is there a home, a home for me?

A home for me?