Green Green Grass Of Home
Ton : CEnglish
CThe old home town looks the C7same aFs I step down from Cthe train
CAnd there to meet me is my mama and G7papa;
Dm7Down tG7he roCad I look and thC7ere runs Mary,
Fhair of goF(dim)ld and liFps like cEm7herrieDm7s,
Cit's good to touch the G7green, Dm7green G7grass of ChomeF. C
Dm7Yes, tG7hey'll aCll come to mC7eet me arms a-rFeaching, smiling sweetly;
Dm7It's gCood to touch the gGreen, green gDm7rass oG7f homCe.
The Cold house is still standing,C7 though the Fpaint is cracked and Cdry,
CAnd there's that old oak tree that I used to G7play on;
Dm7Down tG7he laCne I walk and with myC7 sweet Mary,
Fhair of goF(dim)ld an lipFs like cherEm7ries Dm7
Dm7it's gCood to touch the gG7reen, green gDm7rass oG7f homCe. F C
(Parlé :)
Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me and I
realize that I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old
padre. Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak - again I'll touch the green, green
grass of home
Dm7Yes, tG7hey'll aCll come to sC7ee me in the sFhade of that old oak trEm7ee;
Dm7As they Clay me 'neath the Ggreen, green Dm7grass G7of hoFme. Em7 Dm7 C