The old home town looks the same...

...as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. (big surprise for all ....!)
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.  (Fondness for kirsch)
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
(they must be wanting money)
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Nah, too sentimental....I've only been to Bathgate and back, four hours tops.

Mind you, in Bathgate time that is nearly a month.