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?