Medley: Dear Old Pals Of Mine/The Grass Is Greener/If Those Lips Could only Speak/These Are My Mountains/My Lovely Rose Of Clare

I'm thinking tonight of you old pal

and wishing that you were here

and dreaming of the times and the days gone by

when you filled my heart with cheer

I remember the nights when all alone

we sang sweet Adeline

no others face can take your place

in my heart old pal of mine

the old pals are always the best you see

new friends you can find every day

but they can't fill the faces forever dear

like the old pals of yesterday

Walking with my children in the good old country side

sharing all my time with them fills me up with pride

teaching them the good life makes me full of joy

the way my father taught me back when I was a boy

That was so long ago, but it's in my memory still

when I think about the old folk it gives my heart a thrill

there was never any money, just a good old fashioned way

that's the place where I was raised in, it's where I'm going to stay

Some people like to travel, far across the foam

but I'll always be contented, just to stay at home

if you travel there's big money, or so I have been told

but I think the grass is greener, on my side of the road

He stood in a beautiful mansion surrounded by riches untold

he gazed at a beautiful picture that hung in a frame of gold

it was a picture of a lady so beautiful young and fair

was a beautiful child-like vision he murmured in sad despair

If those lips could only speak if those eyes could only see

if the beautiful golden tresses where there in reality

could I only take your hand as I did when you took my name

but it's only a beautiful picture, in a beautiful golden frame

For fame and for fortune, I wondered the earth

but now I've returned to, the land of my birth

I brought back my treasures, but only to find

they're less than the treasures, I first left behind

for these are my mountains and this is my glen

the days of my childhood, I seek 'em again

no lands ever claimed me, departed I roam

for these are my mountains and I'm going home

Oh my lovely rose of Clare, you're the sweetest girl I know

you're the queen of all the roses, like the pretty flowers that grow