| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@LENGL@TThe Green Green Grass of Home@TTom 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 all come to meet me
Out 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
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 grey walls that surround me
And I realise yes I was only dreaming
For there's a God and there's
a sad old Pedr'e
On and on 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. |
