BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER
GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
By: Tom Jones
Yes they'll all come to meet me,
The old house is still standing,
(spoken)Then I awake, and look around me,
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
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 cherry.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home!
arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home!
though the paint is cracked and dry.
And there's that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
hair of gold and lips like cherry,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home!
at the grey walls that surround me,
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a gaurd and there's a sad old padre,
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
(sung)again I'll touch the green, green grass of home!
in the shade of that old oak tree,
as they lay me 'neath green, green grass of home!
