

My eyes are green like the sea, like the sea And my hair is dark and blows free, blows free. Sing of your parents, and your grandparents too, and picture a magnificent family tree. Its roots are deep, nurtured with the lives of ancestors. Some left willingly for the new land,...

My eyes are green like the sea, like the sea And my hair is dark and blows free, blows free. Sing of your parents, and your grandparents too, and picture a magnificent family tree. Its roots are deep, nurtured with the lives of ancestors. Some left willingly for the new land,...