Paradise Pastures
(Tune of "Paradise City" by Guns N' Roses)
Take me out to the paradise pastures
Where the grass is green and the views cause raptures
Take me there (oh please take me there)
Take me out where life’s rhythm matters
to a lovely scene that can bring some answers
Let’s go there (oh please let’s go there)
Urbanite gettin’ away from the street
Free to go to a calm retreat
I’m not your charity case, I’m not the elite.
I’m gonna take my time
Goin’ to a place sublime
Rags to riches isn’t how I play
Hard, honest work feels good at the end of the day.
Life may be a game but fair play is the better way
Everybody’s earning their dime
You gotta keep walkin the line
I’ll be goin’ to the paradise pastures
With the fresh mown hay and purple asters
Yes, that’s where I’m goin’
Pack my bags for the paradise pastures
Where I can lay in soft, tall grasses
I won’t bring my phone.
Dwell in a box in the city in my chambers
Wide fields are what I want to remember
With open blue skies and air refreshing to breathe
Away from smokey cigarettes in the breeze
I tell you, that’s where I wanna be.
I’m heading out to the paradise pastures
Where the corn is gathered, you can hear the tractors
I’ll go there on my own.
I’ll sally forth to the paradise pastures
Where life is scattered among the flowers
Oh, I’ll go to that abode.
The planets being torn apart
Big city pollution is at the heart
We should have been recycling from the start
I keep thinking in my mind, “are you blind?”
I think we’re running out of time
Take me out to the paradise pastures
Where cows can be seen and the herd is gathered
I don’t mind the odor.
Take me there to the paradise pastures
Where you feel the rain and see new life planted
Watch the fields get greener
You’ll find me in the paradise pastures
Where the eagles fly with prey they capture
That’s where I want to roam
I’ll be there in the paradise pastures
At the edge of the pines that grow haphazard
There, where the field was mown
I’ll spend days in sun rays
I’ll even go when it’s chill
I wanna see the horses graze.
Out beside the sandy hill
Take me out to the paradise pastures
Where deer run free and you can see red foxes
Out past the barn
I’m going out to the paradise pastures
Where flocks of birds fly down and chatter
Some sit on fences around the farm
Walk through the meadow to the edge of the river
Down the gentle grassy slopes
I watch a beaver, a consummate swimmer
I like the peace the view evokes
I’ll be there in the paradise pastures
Where I’m still enamored after all my travels
Yes, this lovely place that I’ve known
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