Big Green Country [German translation]

Across the plain flew the lone grey rider

Leather bag pounding on his back

Above the clouds the moon was climbing higher

A pack of wolves wanted their money back

With folded arms the chief stood watching

Painted braves slipped down the hill

In his ears the spirit talking

As they closed in

For an easy kill

At the house the door was wide open

Wind blew curtains off the rod

She was waiting and hoping

She was praying to her god

He was luckier than most men

He was barely in his prime

As she stood their in the doorway

Her long dress flowing

Would he make it this time

Over the hill in the big green country

That's the place where the cancer cowboy rides

Pure as the driven snow before it got him

Sometimes I feel like he's all right

Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper

Sometimes I feel like my own name

Sometimes I feel different later

Sometimes I feel

I feel just the same

• Artist:Neil Young
• Album:Mirror Ball (1995)