Lay Down Your Head

Whoa, yeah
You'll feel all right
Oh...

There's an old gypsy dreamer
On a broken down bench
With a bottle of gin
He lays his worries to rest
Even dark city streets
Where survival is a meal
There's a pathway that can lead you
To the green, green fields, yeah

Oh...
Na, na , na, na

There's a runaway girl
On a runaway train
Oh, she's lookin 'for answers
And the promise of fame
In her leather and high heels
She's searchin' for what's real
Child, come lay your head down
On the green, green fields

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Now won't you lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Won't you bury me low
On the green, green fields
Say that you will

Oh, there's a wealthy young man
Thinks he's quite a success
But every dollar earned
Just feeds his emptiness
'Cause he'll never get from houses
Or automobiles
That feelin' that you get
From the green, green fields

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Oh, you got to lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Oh, won't you bury me low

Na, na, na, na, na, yeah

Lay down your head
Oh, won't you lay it down

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Now won't you lay down your head
On the green, green fields

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Lay down your head
On the green, green fields

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Lay down your head

Lay down your head
On the green, green fields
Come on, say that you will
Lay down your head

Lay down your head