When I was young, I lived in the country, 
Clouds were my friends, I cannot answer why, 
And now that I've grown, I live in the city, 
And heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky, 

I once met a man, who lived in the city, 
The stone was his home, he said his heart was mine, 
He led me far away, when he told me I was pretty, 
How strange to go so far, and never touch the sky, 

Gardens grow most times in the country, 
Grow a wondrous high, 
Gardens grow sometimes in the city, 
Grow, but soon they die, 

Now I look up at the buildings of the city, 
Their fingers are so much longer than mine, 
I wish I had the hands of the city, 
For heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky, 

Gardens grow most times in the country, 
Grow a wondrous high, 
Gardens grow sometimes in the city, 
Grow, but soon they die, 

When I was young, I lived in the country, 
Clouds were my friends, I cannot answer why, 
And now that I've grown, I live in the city, 
And heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky, 
And heaven is so far, I'll never touch the sky...