Green Green Grass of Home

Green Green Grass of Home - Patti Page (帕蒂·佩奇)

The old home town looks the same

As I step down from the train

And there to meet here were his mamma and his ppa

Down the road I look and there was Mary

Hair of gold lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet me

Arms a-reachin' smilin' sweetly

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

And the old house was still standin

Though the paint was cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree

That I used to play on

Down the lane he walk with his 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 a-reachin' smilin' sweetly

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Then he woke and looked around him

At the four gray walls that surround him

And he realized that he was only dreaming

Only dreaming

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

And Arm in arm they'll walk at daybreak

Will once again here touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see him

In the shade of that old old treen

As we lay here needs the green green grass of home