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His name is Jackson
He lives in Jamaica
Every morning he comes down to the docks to watch the ships come and go
He's been here too long
Mental slavery has not touched him one bit
He's still know his history
He knows where he comes from
That is why he believes the ocean
Can give him some answers About the very very far home
That he's never been to
All his life, he says :
I wish I was home I wish I was in Africa
I wish I was home I wish I was in Africa
I have seen his world And I've seen the other word
And I have nothing to say
I put my coat on my shoulders as I walked away I heard myself sing:
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself
His name is Themba
He lives in Soweto
Every morning he goes to the airport
To watch the planes to come and go
His has changed his African name
For a western one
Cause he doesn't know how it hurts
To have a name that you can't be proud of
He hopes that one day
One of these birds of the sky
Can take him away To a very very far land
Running away from the very roots
That's so many black people in the world
Are wanting to come back to
A place they call home
They will wish they were home
They wish they were in Africa
They will wish they were home
They wish they were in Africa
I live in his world I've seen the other world
I got nothing to say
I put my coat on my shoulders
As I walked away, I heard myself sing:
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself
The grass is greener On the other side
'Til you get there and see for yourself