I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
Who live in my home town.
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down. 

They read the good book from Fri' till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes.
I've got a dream house I'll build there one day,
With picket fence and ramblin' rose. 

I feel so [bad word] each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown.
I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
Who live and love in my (in my) home town. 

They read the good book from Fri' till Monday,
That's how the weekend goes.
I've got a dream house I'll build there one day,
With picket fence and ramblin' rose. 

I feel so [bad word] each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown.
I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
Who live and love in my home town. (in my home town) 

Those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town.