The old home town. looks the same. As I step down. from the train. And there to meet me. is my mama and papa. . Down the road I look. and there runs Mary.
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,. And there meet me is my Mama and my Papa.. Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries..
The old home town looks the same. As I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and my papa. . Down the road I look and there runs Mary.
The old home town looks the same,. As I step down from the train,. And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.. Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,.
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train. and there to meet me is my mama and papa;. Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home..
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.