Hank Snow - Green Green Grass Of Home |
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Green Green Grass Of Home
Hank Snow 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 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 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 And then suddenly I awake and look around me At these cold grey walls that surround me For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre And as then that I realize that I was only dreaming Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree And once again I'll touch the green green grass of home As they lay me neath the green green grass of home |
