tom jones- the green green grass of home[¹ø¿ª]
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The old home town looks the same As I *step down from the train
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And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
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And down the road I look and there runs Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It"s good to touch the green green grass of home
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The old house is still standing though the paint is *cracked and dry
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And there"s that old oak tree that I *used to play on
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Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It"s good to touch the green green grass of home
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Yes, they"ll all come to meet me Arms a reaching, smiling sweetly
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It"s good to touch the green green grass of home
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Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me
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And I realize that I was only dreaming
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*For there"s a guard and there"s a sad old Padre
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Arm in arm we"ll walk at daybreak
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Again I"ll touch the green green grass of home
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Yes, they"ll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree
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As *they lay me beneath the green green grass of home
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the green green grass of home[¹ø¿ª]
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