Green, Green Grass Of Home

Curly Putman / Tom Jones (1966)

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The	old home town looks the same as I	step down from the	train,

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	And there to meet me is my mama and	papa.

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Down the	road I look and	there runs Mary,	hair of gold and	lips like cherries,

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It's	good to touch the	green, green	grass of	home.

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The	old house is still standing, though the	paint is cracked and	dry,

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	And there's that old oak tree that I used to	play on;

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Down the	lane I walk and with	my sweet Mary,	hair of gold an lips like cherries;

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it's	good to touch the	green, green	grass of	home.

Then I awake and look around me, at the four gray walls that surround me;

And I realize that I was only dreaming.

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.