good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
New York Could be Llanelli And it could be Warrington Could be Warsaw And it could be Moose Jaw Could be Rome Everybody got somewhere they call home When
Standing at the window A farmer's wife in Oxford shire Glances at the clock; it's nearly time for tea She doesn't see The phantom in the hedgerow dip
nose-up Through the cloudbase and the Ground crew cheers as he puts down His landing gear Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar Back home in Cleveland
sight Got amazing powers of observation And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home I got the
Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home Don't leave the children on their own, no, no Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home Don
He's goin' home to the rock He's goin' home to the rock He's gonna meet the man by and by He's goin' home to the rock He's goin' home to the rock He's
it right And she knows just how to please in each and every way There ain't nothing quite as good as homemade love Homemade love love home ain't nothing
little bit of over time at home Ill be putting in a little bit of over time at home If there is anything on earth I feel for me to do Its stay at home
home? 'Cause I don't wanna go out tonight Yeah but I can't be alone Standing underneath this broke street light Can somebody take me home? Can somebody take me home
By Eli/Axel Bauer/Roger Daltrey/Nigel Hinton © 1987 Chappel Music, Inc.,ASCAP Forty days of living hell Force nine gale, broken sail What a story
to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home
ain't comin' home tonight The water in the well at home is bad The water in the well at home is bad The water in the well at home is bad And she gave
comin' home tonight I ain't comin' home tonight I ain't comin' home tonight My soul is restless and the moon is bright Water in the well at home
up my heart and go home I can see the first signs of autumn all at once all the flowers have gone Certainly I feel so forgotten think I'll pick up my heart and go home
my heart and go home I can see the first signs of autumn All at once all the flowers have gone Suddenly I feel so forgotten Think I'll pick up my heart and go home
A home where trees grow tall The home fires burn the whippoorwills call A home where the river runs cold The water tastes good the winters ain't cold A home where trees grow tall The home
to turn the key Emptiness is all that waits inside for me That's how it is when the one you love is gone That's how it is when your house is not a home
