Flora Cash - Promising lyrics

Oh, it smells like home, When i walk outside this Stranger's slum. Oh, i just wanna get out of here, Take me... To the promising land of love. I'll take you home, Where the greener gra** Is gonna grow Won't be alone, 'cause the greener gra** Is gonna grow. Some day, one way, Or another we will find it, bind it, Call it promising. Oh, when i get home, I will run upstairs, To my old room. I'll see you home, And we'll go right up to your old room. Lie, on the floor, In that cozy room without a door. Repeat chorus Home (take me) Home (bring me) Home, home, home, home