Miers - GreenPeace |
23. Maijs 2003|09:59 |
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Wordz&Music by Curly Putman
The Green, green grass of Home
1. The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, [ja par daudz] 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. Chorus: Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms reaching, smiling sweetly; It's good to touch The green, green grass of home
2. 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, [Sweet Mary Jane] Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch The green, green grass of home. Chorus:
3. Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me [LKPK 248.pants.] 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.
Chorus: Yes, they'll all come to see me In the the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home. |
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