Green, Green Grass of Home

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 lane I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
There's the 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 so good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areached smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
[ guitar ]
Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that 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

Похожие новости.

Op?rationnel pour de bon Et je n'connais pas les lettres de son pr?nom J'imagine d?j? c'est beaux cheveux longs Sa voix douce comme le miel Ses odeurs de savon Un appel inconnu j'adressais ces mots Celle

Когда я уйду далеко-далеко, Не мучаясь и не тревожась, Быть может, вздохнет кто-то очень легко, А кто-то заплачет, быть может. Умчится мой поезд, на стыках звеня, Умолкнут былые оркестры. И тот, кто родится позднее меня, На сцене

Circles, we going in circles This is all it makes us We know every takes us we've been before Closer, maybe looking closer There's more to discover Find that what went wrong without blaming each

Follow you down, Hold your hand, Make you realize, I'm the only man, Who got the will, And the way, To be the one to give my heart away, yeah, Yeah...right...oh, Late at night, When you lay, In the bed, That

Yeah! I hit the ground runnin' with the mornin' sun. When a job needs doin', I get it done. I show up early an' I go home late. Everybody knows I pull my weight. 'Cause