Green Green Grass Of Home

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is
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´ll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It´s good to touch the green,
green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho´
The paint is cracked and dry
And there´s 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
It´s good to touch the green,
green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey wall surround me
And then, I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there´s a guard and there´s
a sad old padre-
Arm in arm we´ll walk daybreak
Again I touch the green,
green grass of home

Yes, they´ll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As the lay me neath the green,
green grass of home.

Upphovsman: Curly Putman

Förlag: Warner/Chappell Music Scandinavia AB

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