[ti:Green Green Grass Of Home] [ar:Tom Jones] [al:] [00:07.81] [00:15.18]The old home town looks the same, [00:19.71]As I step down from the train [00:24.54]And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa [00:34.69]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary, [00:40.97]Hair of gold and lips like cherries, [00:45.30]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [00:54.10]Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly, [00:54.24] [01:04.90]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [01:13.44] [01:15.82]The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry [01:25.01]And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on. [01:34.89]Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary, [01:41.79]Hair of gold and lips like cherries [01:45.87]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. [01:54.25] [01:57.32]Then I awake and look around me, [02:01.83]At the four gray walls that surround me, [02:06.18]And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming, [02:15.73]For there's a guard and a sad old padre, [02:22.54]Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak, [02:27.14]Again I'll touch the green green grass of home [02:35.01] [02:35.31]Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree [02:46.53]As they lay me neath the green green grass of home