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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
Hair of gold
And lips like cherries it's good
To touch
The green green grass of home
Yes they've all come to meet me
Arm reachin'
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'll 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 four gray walls
That surround me
And I realize
Yes I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard
And there's a sad old padre
Arm and 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 beneath
The green green grass
Of home
