The Green Green Grass Of Home(With Interview) (Live: December 16th 1966) - Tom Jones (汤姆·琼斯)

The old hometown looks the same

And I step down

From the train

And there then 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

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 green green grass of home

Then I awake

And look around me

At four grey walls

That surround me

And I realize

Yes then I was only dreaming

For there's a guard

And there's a sad old padre

On and on we'll walk

At daybreak

Again

I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me

'Neath the green green grass of home