The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa And 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 areaching smiling sweetly It's so 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 the 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 the four grey walls that surround me And I realized I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's 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 as they lay me neath that old oak tree, when again I touch the green green grass of home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
