Текст (слова) песни: Bobby Bare - Green, Green Grass of Home
(Curly Putman)
The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 a-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 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 good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me At the grey walls that surround me And I realized 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 In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me `neath the green, green grass of home...
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