Green Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same
- The old home town looks the same
- As I step down from the train
- And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa
- 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
- Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching
- Smiling sweetly
- It's 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
- Down the lane i'll walk 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 four gray walls that surround me
- And I realize but I was only dreaming
- For there's a guard and a sad old padre
- Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
- Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
- Yes they'll alle come
- To see me in the shade of that old oak tree
- As they lay me neath the green green grass of home
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I'm wonderstrucked with your angelic voice