Green Green Grass Of Home / Tom Jones
The old home town looks the sameAs I step
down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
And down the road I look and there runs
MaryHair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass
of homeYes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms a reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's good
to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standingtho' the paint
is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk my sweet MaryHair
of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass
of homeThen I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround meAnd
I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old
PadreArm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green green grass of
homeYes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass
of home
