Green Green Grass Of Home

Green Green Grass Of Home - Nik Raspotnik

Written by：Curly 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

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 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

And

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

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