Green Green Grass of Home

Green Green Grass of Home - Dennis Marsh

Written by：C. Putman J

The old hometown

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

Though the paint is

Cracked and dry

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 awake and look around me

At the grey

Walls that surround me

And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

Again I'll 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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