The Green, Green Grass of Home |
J. Putman
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 Chorus: Yes they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch The green green grass of home.
2. The old house is still standing |
3. Then I awake and look around me There's four grey walls that surround me Then I realised, that I'd only been dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre On and on we'll walk at day break Then again I'll touch The green green grass of home. Chorus: Yes they'll all come to see me 'neath the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath The green green grass of home. |