Tom Jones
Green grass of home

Green,green grass of home Tom Jones





The old home town looks the same

As I step down from the train

And there to meet is my Mama and my Papa.

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 crack and dry,

And 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.



(Recitation:) Then I awake and look around me ,

At four grey walls that surround me.

And I realize that I was only dreamin'

For there's a guard and there's 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 all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay m