(It's Good To See) The Grand Slam Dream Come Home
- by Boycezone

The Millennium Stadium looked the same,

As they stepped out for the game.

It was packed and could be 10 times over.

Thousands stood and watched it all

On the giant screen by City Hall

And TVs in our green, green grass of home.

In pubs and clubs on giant screens,

We saw Wales stuff the other teams.

It’s good to see the Grand Slam dream come home.

The last game meant it all,

They took their chances with the ball.

Tension mounted till the final whistle.

Dixons never saw such scenes,

Crowding ‘round their plasma screens,

Champions on, our green, green grass of home.

In pubs and clubs on giant screens

We saw Wales stuff the other teams,

It’s good to see the Grand Slam dream come home.

Then I wake and look around me,

Though a foggy head surrounds me.

I slowly realise, I wasn’t dreaming.

I watched the video, heard the roar,

Freeze-framed on that final score,

Champions on our green, green grass of home.

In pubs and clubs on giant screens

We saw Wales stuff the other teams.

It’s good to see the Grand Slam dream home.

They all played supremely,

Saint Ruddock smiled – serenely,

It’s good to see – Grand Slam dream - come home.

It’s good to see – Grand Slam dream - come ho-ome.

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