Kenny Rogers - Green Green Grass Of Home Lyrics
The old hometown looks the sameAs I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and papaAnd down the road I look and there runs MaryHer golden lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of home.Yes, they've all come to meet meArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's so good to touch theGreen, green grass of home.The old house is still standingThough the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's that old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane I'd walk with my sweet MaryHer golden lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of home.Yesm they've all comeArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's so good to touch theGreen, green grass of home.Then I awake and look around meAt the gray walls that surround meAnd I realized that I was only dreamingFor there's a guard and there's a sad old padreArm in arm, we'll walk at daybreakAgain I'll touch the green, green grass of home.Yes they'll all come to see meIn the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me neath theGreen, green grass of home...