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Green Green Grass Of Home

Tom Jones

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 a-reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standin
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

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, 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 all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree
as they (laid?) me, meet the green green grass of home

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