By Ron Beaumont
The city looks the same
As I turn up for the game
And there to greet me is the team I can rely on
The team that deserves my devotion
A Cup Final and Promotion
A team that won on the green, green grass of home.
Some fans are still standing
Though their throats are cracked and dry
For there’s been so much to get everybody cheering
A great start in League One
Maybe there is more yet to come
Just watch us win on the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me
At grim faces that surround me
And I realise, yes, I’m only dreaming
There’s the injury list and THAT old squad number
Who will see us through to summer?
And will they win on the green, green grass of home?
Now I know that things look grim
But we must believe in him
For Parky is the man to find the answers
And though right now the world seems cruel
These are the best times since Paul Jewell
We just need to win on the green, green grass of home.
So get behind the team
And once more dare to dream
And give support whoever pulls the shirt on
New signings, loans and kids can do it
With old heroes, they’ll get us through it
Once more we’ll win on the green, green grass of home.