Wallace

Green.

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.