GREEN GREEN GRASS
The old home town looks the same
as I step down from the train
and there to meet me was
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 reaching smiling sweetly
it’s good to touch
the green green grass of home
The old home town looks the same
as I step down from the train
and there to meet me was
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 reaching smiling sweetly
it’s good to touch
the green green grass of home