So close to this unsafe bridge Is where this little lady lives No matter how much time she gives She'll never be on this side White water always rushing by And people shouting encouraging lies Will only serve to make her cry And wish to be on this side Grass is no greener over here Which only adds to my fear She will leave her pastures clear And I know she is on the right side And yet I know she must feel free To come over here herself to see That coming here is so lonely And she will wish again for that side.