I was born for roaming Yes, I always will I wonder if it's greener On the far side of the hill Hey Dan, Dan look down yonder Why there's earth and there's green and sky And I bet we could get down there In the batting of an eye And further west there's oceans A miner he told me so And the sun it shines so brightly That it scares off the winters snow And, you know, Dan, sometimes I'm tired You know there's sometimes when I'm lonesome too Sometimes I see a farmer Walking slow when the day is through And I know, I know he's got a woman She's making supper for him every day And I curse this wandering fever That stole my love away Yes, I was born for roaming I guess I always will I wonder could it be greener On the far side of the hill I wonder could it be greener On the far side of the hill