The Green, Green Grass of Home


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.

Categories: Opinion

2 replies

  1. What a great and uplifting poem – agree completely.

  2. Love it, excellent lyrics, all we need now is Tom Jones to start it off and the Valley Parade kop to follow!!!! That really would get the hairs on my neck standing on end.

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