Melanie Follow

When I was young I lived in the countryClouds were my friends, I cannot answer whyNow that I've grown I live in the cityAnd heaven is so far I cannot reach the skyI once met a man who lived in the cityThe stone was his home, he said his heart was mineHe led me far away when he told me I was prettyHow strange to go so far and never touch the skyGardens grow most times in the country, grow a-wondrous highGardens grow sometimes in the city, grow, but soon they die.Now I look up at the buildings of the cityTheir fingers are so much longer than mineI wish I had the hands of the cityFor heaven is so far I cannot reach the skyGardens grow most times in the country, grow a-wondrous highGardens grow sometimes in the city, grow, but soon they die.When I was young I lived in the countryClouds were my friends, I cannot answer whyNow that I've grown I live in the cityAnd heaven is so far I cannot reach the skyAnd heaven is so far I'll never touch the sky