Текст (слова) песни: Elvis Presley - Green, Green Grass of Home
(words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.) 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 be there to meet me, All creatures 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 an old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I`ll 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 Cold gray walls surround me And I realize that I was only dreamin` There`s a guard and there`s a sad old padre Arm and arm we`ll walk at daybreak Again I`ll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they`ll all be there to meet me In the shadow of that old oak tree As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
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