Green,green grass of home -Tom Jones 

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet is my Mama and my 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
'Tho the paint is crack and dry,
And there's that ol...