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
And down the road I look and there runs
MaryHair 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 standingtho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk my sweet
MaryHair 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 four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old
PadreArm 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