Green, Green Grass Of Home
(Tom Jones, Englebert Humperdink)
The old home town looks the same as I step down
from the train, And there to meet me was my
Mamma and Papa, And down the road I look and
there runs Mary, Hair of gold and lips like
cherries. It's good to touch the green, green
grass of home.
Oh, they'll all come to meet me, hands stretched
and smiling sweetly. It's so good to touch the
green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing, though the
paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old
oak tree that I used to play on. And down
the lane I walked with my sweet Mary, 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 gray
walls that surround me, Then I realize that I
was only dreaming. For there's the guard and
the sad old padre, When arm in arm we'll walk at
daybreak, And once again I'll touch the green,
green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me 'neath the shade
of that old oak tree, When they lay me 'neath
the green, green grass of home.
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(to help remember the tune).
