Green Green Grass of Home

The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa 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＇

"Green Green Grass Of Home" The old home town 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 runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, gre