[ti:Green Green Grass Of Home]
[ar:Patti Page]
[00:15.964]The  old  home  town  looks  the  same,
[00:20.616]As  I  step  down  from  the  train
[00:24.668]And  there  to  meet  me  is  my  mamma  and  my  poppa
[00:35.121]Down  the  road  I  look,and  there  runs  Mary,
[00:40.822]Hair  of  gold  and  lips  like  cherries,
[00:44.724]It's  good  to  touch  the  green,green  grass  of  home
[00:53.627]Yes,they'll  all  come  to  meet  me,
[00:58.930]Arms  areaching,smiling  sweetly,
[01:03.831]It's  good  to  touch  the  green,green  grass  of  home
[01:14.987]The  old  house  is  still  standing,
[01:19.388]Though  the  paint  is  cracked  and  dry
[01:23.888]And  there's  that  old  oak  tree,
[01:26.889]That  I  used  to  play  on.
[01:32.744]Down  the  lane  I'll  walk  with  my  sweet  Mary,
[01:39.345]Hair  of  gold  and  lips  like  cherries
[01:43.899]It's  good  to  touch  the  green,green  grass  of  home.
[01:52.751]Yes,they'll  all  come  to  meet  me
[01:57.953]Arms  areaching,smiling  sweetly,
[02:04.89]It's  good  to  touch  the  green,green  grass  of  home
[02:14.693]Then  He  awake  and  look  around  me,
[02:19.45]At  the  four  gray  walls  that  surround  me,
[02:24.47]And  He  realize .Yes  I  was  only  dreaming,only  dreaming,
[02:33.274]For  there's  a  guard  and  a  sad  old  padre,
[02:38.827]Arm  in  arm  we'll  walk  at  daybreak,
[02:43.277]Again  I'll  touch  the  green  green  grass  of  home
[02:52.430]Yes  they'll  all  come  to  see  me  in  the  shade  of  that  old  oak  tree
[03:03.32]As  they  lay  me  neath  the  green  green  grass  of  home