Lyrics:

(Brendan 'Brush' Shiels)

I'm goin' away till tomorrow comes.
I wanna see what the new day's brung.
And if the weather's favorable
and it don't look like rain,
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again.

I wanna be where that green grass grows.
I wanna see the face 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.
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,
bury down my shame.
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again.