Green, Green Grass Of Home (Live 1967/Talk Of The Town, London)
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 was my mama and papa
- 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've all come to meet me
- Arm the reachin 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 four gray walls that surround me
- And I realize yes I was only dreaming
- There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
- Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
- Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
- Yes they'll all come to see me
- In the shade of that old oak tree
- As they lay me beneath the green green grass of home
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