Green, Green Grass Of Home The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train, And there meet me is my Mama and my Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries. Its good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho the paint is cracked and dry, And theres that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries. Its good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. Its good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, to the four grey wall that surround me And then I realize that I was only dreaming. Theres a guard and sad old padre Arm in arm well walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, theyll all meet together in the shade of that old oak tree As we neath indeed the green, green grass of home.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 17:20:09 +0000