Tom Jones Green Eyes Lyrics

The old home 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, arms 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 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. Yes, they'll all
come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

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Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall
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 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.