ฟังเพลงGreen Green Grass Of Home

The old home town looks the same,

As I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa

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 areaching, 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

And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.

Down the lane I'll 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 around look me,

At the four gray walls that surround me,

And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,

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

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,

Again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll alle to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me neath the green green grass of home