Hijau-hijau rumput

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the plane
And there to greet me are my mama and my papa
Down the road I look, and there runs (insert a name here)
Hair of gold, lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standin
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
That I used to play in
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet (insert name here)
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At the four white walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home.

Ahhh. Nak balik.... bilalah nak balik nih? Tak sabar-sabar rasanya. Budak JPA dah balik. Tadi 2 lagi dah balik. Cepatlah. Bila aku balik? Tanak cakap. Rahsia besar. Rahsia Seri Paduka Baginda. Dah siap packing barang dah. Ahahaha. Coklat-coklat pun dah masuk bag. Orang siap cakap lagi 'weh, kimi. lambat lagilah nak balik.'. Bukannya apa. Nak testing berapa kilo beg tu. Huh, belum masuk pinggan-pinggan yang nak bawak balik aja dah 25 kilo. Daripada 25 kilo tuh, 3 kilo adalah coklat semata-mata. Tu kira sikit tu. Ada orang tu sampai 10 kilo. Lagipun nak test daya tahan coklat tuh. Ni dah 3 malam aku biarkan kat dalam beg. Tak cair pun. So kira nanti 3 malam kat Paris tak cair la kot? Insyaallah. Kalau tak banjir coklatlah nanti. 3 kilo aku, 10 kilo orang tu, dah coklat orang lain yang berkelo-kelo. Sure kastam kat airport ingat kitorang nak seludup.

Nak baliiiiikkkkkk. Cepat aaaa.....