Текст (слова) песни: Dean Martin - 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 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 areaching 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 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.
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 s 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...
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