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 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
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I wake and look around me To the cold gray wall that surround me And then I realize that I was only dreaming There's a guard and sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, we'll all be together in the shade of that old oak tree As we beneath indeed the green, green grass of homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
