I'm going away till tomorrow come
I wanna see what the new day's brung
And if the weather's favorable
And it don't look like rain
I'll pack my bags and head home again

I wanna be where that green grass grows
I wanna see the place I love the most
Where they know very little
About sorrow and pain
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again

I'm gonna soak in all those familiar faces
Pull myself together as we gaze upon each other
I'll tell them all about those far away places
I'll tell my sister and tell my brother
Laugh with my faffy and cry with my mother

I'm getting tired of all this hanging 'round
And just as soon
As first I'm settled down

I'm gonna swallow up my pride
And bury down my shame
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again
Yeah