Текст песни Green Green Grass of Home - Die Campbells

My old hometown still 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, 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
Then I wake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's the saddle padree
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
And yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home