4.Green, Green Grass Of Home
Lyricist：C. Putman
Writer(s)：C. Putman
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look and there comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
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 the 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 see 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 four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
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 the old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home.
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