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Green, Green Grass Of Home
(Tom Jones, Englebert Humperdink)

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The old home town looks the same as I step down
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from the train, And there to meet me was my
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Mamma and Papa, And down the road I look and
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there runs Mary, Hair of gold and lips like
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cherries. It's good to touch the green, green
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grass of home.
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Oh, they'll all come to meet me, hands stretched
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and smiling sweetly. It's so good to touch the
GC
green, green grass of home.
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The old house is still standing, though the
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paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old
     
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oak tree that I used to play on. And down
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the lane I walked with my sweet Mary, Hair of
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gold and lips like cherries, It's good to touch
GC
the green, green grass of home.
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Then I awake and look around me at the gray
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walls that surround me, Then I realize that I
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was only dreaming. For there's the guard and
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the sad old padre, When arm in arm we'll walk at
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daybreak, And once again I'll touch the green,
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green grass of home.
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Yes, they'll all come to see me 'neath the shade
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of that old oak tree, When they lay me 'neath
GC
the green, green grass of home.

Green, Green Grass Of Home                        
(Tom Jones, Englebert Humperdink)                 
                                                  
The old home town looks the same as I step down   
from the train, And there to meet me was my       
Mamma and Papa,  And 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.                                    
                                                  
Oh, they'll all come to meet me, hands stretched  
and 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 used to play on.  And down        
the lane I walked 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 the gray       
walls that surround me, Then I realize that I     
was only dreaming.  For there's the guard and     
the sad old padre, When arm in arm 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 'neath the shade  
of that old oak tree, When they lay me 'neath     
the green, green grass of home.