Allison Crowe - Green Green Gra** of Home lyrics

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 gra** of home. Yes, they've all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly; It's so good to smoke the green green gra** 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 gra** at home. Yes, they've all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly; It's so good to smoke the green green gra** 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 gra** 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 gra** of home!