He does not belong to you
his heart longs to be
far away surrounded by mountains
not farther away from me
Let him go
Can't you see
He longs to be
Where education is plentiful
Where the air is fine quality
And you can hike and fish and swim
Rather than dodge traffic crazier than the city
True he might have a bad history with his homeland
But he's miserable in that new land
Down south with the Cajuns and Mardi Gras
He just wants green grass
To see the stars
To be with the mountains he adores
If his opinion of age matters to the court
That you have summoned to take him away from the north
And his mother is fighting harder, stronger than you know
Then my my, do you really want to be the jester
Of your own battling court?