Home was the green hills far away
She thought constantly to return
And never thought to stay
Long from the maple and the fern.
The brightly shimmering blue day,
The dark, muddy river
Near houses of brown clay
Desert going on forever
Haunted her thoughts by night and day.
Longing for home, she dreamed
Cool rivers, falling spray,
Hidden deer and huge trees misted.
Home was the green hills far away,
She never dreamed here she would stay.