Mystic green meadows, mountains in great heights;
The wind whistling by, no dust in sight.
Dreaming thence in my bed, in the city limits;
longing to be there as soon as life admits.
Cows gracing about, men care free;
all enjoying the day in a festive spree.
No hastles, no botherations, no targets to keep;
enjoying the freedom and having peaceful sleep.
Peace of mind is what a man needs;
longing for it in every deed.
I can find the green valley here
in the city where all are near.
Its all in the mind
that keeps everything bind.
Set free from all bonds
Fly away above all bounds
For succes is all yours and peace ours
