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 walls that surround me and I realize, yes 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 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 lay me neath the green, green grass of homeThe 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 walls that surround me and I realize, yes 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 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 lay me neath the green, green grass of homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
