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!