The green green grass of home.
That\'s where I want to be.
Where I can freely roam.
And be the real me.
I\'m in a far off land.
That\'s miles and miles away.
Here there\'s no friendly hand.
And only hard work and no play.
At night my green eyes cry.
As I sadly in bed lie.
To this place I want to say bye.
From this place I want to fly.
The green green grass of home.
Where happiness does freely roam.
Is the place I want to be.
The place where I feel free.