City Lights are cold tonight, they make a man feel small
To me they say "you can work all day with no return at all"
And so I dream of a mountain stream lit by a pearly dawn
I've never lost the feeling for the place where I was born

Highway lights gets in your sights and soon ambitions grow
Till business clowns start coming round with easy foreign loans
It's their disguise to look surprised as your feet just leave the ground
Next thing and auction day to set, the banks have closed ya' down

And I'm heading over mountains down the slopes of brown and green
My family's farmed for a 100 years, those valleys in between
And yes I used to curse those hills and the rain when I was young
Oh, I never saw their charm till the day we sold the farm

And I never thought that I'd be bought and sold on Market Day
They gave away a lifetime with the cattle and the hay
And the thistles by the riverside and the bracken on the run
No, I never saw their charm till the day we sold the farm

Now tourists stroll round eighteen holes where fruit tree used to grow
Accountants talk while farmers walk with nowhere else to go
If there's work around in the local town they might be hanging on
While trying to find a way back to the place where they belong

And I never thought that I'd be bought and sold on Market Day
They gave away a lifetime with the cattle and the hay
And the thistles by the riverside And the bracken on the run
No, I never saw their charm till the day we sold the farm

So, I'm heading over mountains down the slopes of brown and green
Trying to find a way back to what once belonged to me
Oh, how I used to curse those hills And the rain when I was young
No, I never saw their charm till the day we sold the farm

This reminds me of Hershel's farm from The Walking Dead...

Do you even read the songs??

@Anorak