Our crops that year had withered,
Our food stock running low,
And as there'd been no rain that year,
The rivers had ceased to flow.

We all shared what food we had
But with winter coming fast
Worry overhung us all;
But we stood tall, amassed.

And then by chance, or maybe fate,
The day I turned fourteen,
A young man came into town,
A man named Mr. Greene.

He came alone, his tools in hand,
And built a house anew;
He was quite the workman,
His house sturdy and true.

And though our food supplies were short
And would soon enough run out,
We welcomed him into our town
But told him of the drought.

But it turned out that he was from
A Western town named Dell,
Where the land was drier than ours,
And yet they ate quite well.

And so he showed us, day by day,
How to farm the land,
How to grow all sorts of food
In the dry, gritty sand,

And slowly, life was breathed back in
To our hardy little town
And the cloud of worry above our heads
Became a glistening crown.

And once again, the cheer was back;
You could smell it in the air,
And the little children hopped and danced
And lived without a care

And Mr. Greene grew to be
The favorite of the town;
The old ladies baked him pies,
The children played around

He would give us sweets and tell us tales
Of lands far away
Places we'd never heard of -
Iceland, India, Spain.

But outside our little town,
Tensions had run high;
Countries had disagreed
And things had gone awry

Soon enough, we were at war,
And as you might expect,
Much of our town was drafted
When the draft came into effect

And among the men selected
Was our old friend Mr. Greene,
But he opted out instead to join
The United States Marines.

Months passed, and then a year,
And then a couple more,
But the war kept going, so he kept fighting
Loyally for the Corps.

But then one day, his letters stopped;
A man came into town
He was sharply dressed in uniform
He wore a hardened frown

Missing in action, he called it
Yes, Mr. Greene was gone;
He had disappeared in battle
One day at the crack of dawn.

We all were saddened by the news,
But did not give up on him,
And there was a romantic notion
That he'd just come strolling in.

But as the months and years went by,
This notion seemed to go
But when we thought of Mr. Greene
We still held on to hope.

As time went on, and our town grew,
His house stood undisturbed
The children of the town recounted
Stories they had heard

About the man who saved the town,
A man named Mr. Greene,
Who had bravely fought for his country
In the United States Marines.

Then one day, out of the blue,
A man came into town;
He was sharply dressed in uniform,
But there was no hardened frown

Instead there was a huge smile,
The biggest you'd ever seen
For he came with the news that they'd rescued
A United States Marine

They say smiling is infectious,
And boy, are they right
For soon everyone in our town
Was grinning with all their might

And as a familiar man strolled in
With several other Marines,
He walked in upon a sight
He never thought he'd see

Thousands of faces smiled with joy,
Beaming at him in delight
All bidding a welcome home
To their heroic legend of a knight.

And as he stood there, awed and stunned,
I told him, "Look around.
Welcome back to Greenesville.
You built this town."