Green Green Grass of Home (Live)-Mike Farris

[00:15.68]The old home town looks the same, [00:20.21]As I step down from the train [00:25.04]And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa [00:35.19]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary, [00:41.47]Hair of gold and lips like cherries, [00:45.80]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [00:54.60]Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly, [00:54.74] [01:05.40]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [01:13.94] [01:16.32]The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry [01:25.51]And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on. [01:35.39]Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary, [01:42.29]Hair of gold and lips like cherries [01:46.37]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. [01:54.75] [01:57.82]Then I awake and look around me, [02:02.33]At the four gray walls that surround me, [02:06.68]And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming, [02:16.23]For there's a guard and a sad old padre, [02:23.04]Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak, [02:27.64]Again I'll touch the green green grass of home [02:35.51] [02:35.81]Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree [02:47.03]As they lay me neath the green green grass of home