Green Green Grass Of Home Tom Jones (#11 in 1966), Porter Wagner, Elvis Presley

The old town, 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
Arm reaching,, Smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch, The green, green grass of home
 
The old house, Is still standing
Tho’ 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
Its 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 there’s a sad old padre
Arm in arm, We’ll walk at daybreak
Again I’ll touch, The green, green grass of home.