Green, Green Grass of Home — текст песни (Dean Martin)

(Curly Putman)

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and 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 areaching 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
Down the lane I walk 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 four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there`s a guard and s sad old padre arm in arm we`ll walk at daybreak
And 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...