Last night I dreamed a sweet sweet dream I thought I saw my home sweet home
And oh how grand it all did seem I made a vow no more to roam
By that dear old village church I strolled while the bell in the steeple sadly called
I saw my daddy old and grey I heard my dear old mother say
You're as welcome as the flowers in May and we love you in the same old way
We've been waiting for you day by day you're as welcome as the flowers in May
We've been waiting for you day by day you're as welcome as the flowers in May
