The old hometown. Looks the same. As I step down from the train. And there to meet me. Was my mama and my papa.. . And down the road. I look and there runs Mary.
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.
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 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 comes Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.