3 acessos
The postman brought a letter for my darling
I told him that she left here long ago
He wondered if I knew where she headed
I told him everything I know
Greener pastures is where she can be found
Greener pastures is where my baby was bound
My calloused hands tell the story
Of the hard life and times I have seen
When all around had fields of plenty
The seeds I sowed came up lean
That greener pastures...
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I promised her a life of milk and honey
I promised her a never ending love
I promised her she'd never be unhappy
I guess sometimes a promise ain't enough
That greener pastures...
That's where my baby was bound