Green Green Grass of Home — текст песни (Kenny Rogers)

The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
her golden lips like cherries
It`s good to touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they`ve 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 used to play on
down the lane I`d walk with my sweet Mary
her golden lips like cherries
It`s good to touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they`ve all come ...

Then I awake and look around me
at the gray walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there`s a guard and there`s a sad old padre
arm in arm we`ll walk at daybreak again
I`ll touch the green green grass of home.


Yes they`ll all come to see me i
n the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home.