Green, Green Grass of Home — текст песни (Bobby Bare)

(Curly Putman)

The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
And 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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly
It`s so 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.

Then I awake and look around me
At the grey walls that surround me
And I realized 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 that old oak tree
As they lay me `neath the green, green grass of home...