Green Green Grass of Home

The old hometown looks the same
As I fall down from the train
And there to meet me is Joe Smallwood and John Crosbie
Down the lane I look, and there runs Neary
Lookin' oh so sad and weary
It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home

Yes, they've all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly
It's so good to smoke the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing
But our treasury has run dry
And there's that old seat that Valour used to sit on
Down the lane I look, and there runs Rossy
Chasin' after our old cow Bossy
We're gonna have some green, green grass at home

Yes, they've all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly
It's so good to smoke the green, green grass of home

And then I wake and look around me
Ah, what a sorry lot that surrounds me
And then I realize that I was only dreamin'
For there's Frank Moores, and here comes Walter Carter
And they're doing everything they oughter
And we'll still smoke the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As he lays me in the green, green grass of home



Credits
Writer(s): Curly Putman
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