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 me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary air 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-reaching, 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 walk......
