Green, Green Grass Of Home - Tom Jones

Lyrics by：Putman

Composed by：Putman

The old hometown 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 house is still standing

Though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the