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Green, Green Grass Of Home - Trini Lopez

The old home town looks the same

As I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my Mama

And my 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'll all come to meet me

Arms reaching smiling sweetly

It's so 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 clibed my name on

Down the street I walk with my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green

Green grass of home

And then I awake

And I look around me

At four grey walls

That surround me

And I realize

I realize that I

Was only dreaming

For there's a guard

And there's a sad old padre

On in on

We'll walk at daybreak

And once 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

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