(c) William Russell
In the land of cement
There used to be a life very content
Then the cement
Started to crumble and fall
And everyone started to run
The faster they ran
The quicker the cement would turn back to sand
Throughout the land
There was a dream shared by every man in this land
Of concrete and sand
Everyone could envision it while looking at their hand
They heard it was plentiful in a once long ago land
Before the endless concrete and sand
And their plastic at hand
They heard it was green
Like the darkness of night
Compared to the sand
And the concrete's glittering heated light
They heard it was green
Something today that is only a dream
Something that no one has ever seen
Just a green dream
The stories now tell
Look at your hand
And you will see the span
The green trees and the green land
That was enjoyed by every man
Felt and touched by their hand
Never burnt be concrete and sand
Under the bleaching heat of the sun
For everyone to defeat
Now sweating with every twist and turn
I open my eyes
And find I have to give my present thoughts
Very little concern
I have been lying on the beach
In the burning sand
With a concrete post just touching my hand
It was only a dream
Of concrete, plastic and sand
How happy I am to know
I still live in a green land