Roger Miller
Текст песни Green Green Grass Of Home

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 comes Mary hair of gold and lips
like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home


Yes they've all come to meet me arms 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 that old oak tree that I used to play on
And down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and
lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home


Yes they've all come to meet me arms reaching smiling sweetly
Lord it's so good to touch the green green grass of home


Then I awake and look around me at four gray walls that surround me
And I realized 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
Once 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