Standard (EADGBE)

 I'm getting tired of the city

 all the noise and the mess

 I want a new beginning and a new address

 why don't we run away

 to somewhere where the birds still sing?

 I want the green, green grass and a country house

 in a place where my face ain't known

 and in the green green grass, it'll come to pass

 we'll have somewhere to call our own

 we'll have somewhere to call our home