There's a faraway land, so the stories all tell Somewhere beyond the horizon If we can find it then all will be well Troubles there are few, someday we'll go to Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew They say breezes are warm there And people are kind Maybe it's something like heaven I close my eyes and I see in my mind Skies of bluest blue Solla Sollew I've had so much trouble finding my way there When I get close, it disappears If I can get there, I'm gonna stay there If it takes me miles If it takes me years High on a mountain or lost on the sea Sooner or later I'll find it I have a picture of how it will be On the day I do Troubles will be through But I'll be home with you Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew Solla Sollew