Grass is Greener

An old farmhouse, with meadows wide,
And sweet with clover on either side;
A bright-eyed boy, who looks from out
The door, with woodpine wreathed about
And wishes this one thought all the day;
"Oh, if I could but fly away
From this dull spot the world to see.
How happy, O how happy,
How happy I would be."

Amid the city's constant din
A man who 'round the world had been
Who, 'Mid the tumult and the throng,
Is thinking, thinking all the day long:
"Oh, could I only tread once more
The field-path to the farmhouse door
The old green meadows could I see,
How happy, Oh how happy
How happy I would be."