Underneath the Big Green Tree

Is there a home, a home for me?
Where the people stay until eternity?
Is there a road that winds up
Underneath the big green tree?
Is there a home, a home for me?

Is there a place, somewhere around?
Maybe out in space, or inside a sound?
And is there a room that always
Has a swinging door?
Is there a place? I don't know anymore...

I was dreaming 'bout you yesterday out on the pier
And I felt you close at hand, your presence in the sand

I could hear you whispering so softly in my ear
Then your words ring true, accept just what you do

Is there a home, a home for me?
Is there a place, a place to be?
Or is there a road that winds up
Underneath the big green tree?
Is there a home, a home for me?
A home for me?