There's something I must tell you,

There's one thing you must know :

Green is the color I remember on the hills of long ago.

I was told to be watchful,

I was told to beware.

For something in the way that he spoke showed he didn't care.

Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny.

Destiny, and just like before,

I yearn for a return to the way things used to be.

He stood out in the shadows,

He was not one to explain

Then he moved past the trees, a distant figure against the green terrain.

Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny.

Destiny, and just like before,

I yearn for a return to the way things used to be.

Out there stands a manzanita,

Underneath there lies a stone,

Without a name or a symbol,

Fading in the waiting light alone.