[00:00.000] 作词 : Curly Putman[00:00.607] 作曲 : Curly Putman[00:01.215]The old home town looks the same[00:06.466]As I step down from the train[00:10.462]And there to meet me is my mama and my papa[00:18.978]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary[00:24.960]Hair of gold and lips like cherries[00:28.670]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home[00:36.663]The old house is still standing[00:40.869]Though the paint is cracked and dry[00:44.918]And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on[00:53.147]Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary[00:58.841]Hair of gold and lips like cherries[01:02.655]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home[01:10.257]Yes, they'll all come to see me[01:14.959]Arms reaching, smiling sweetly[01:19.321]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home[01:27.550]Then I awake and look around me[01:32.017]To the cold gray walls that surround me[01:36.588]And then I realize I was only dreaming[01:44.660]For there's a guard, and a sad old padre[01:50.198]Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak[01:53.907]Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home[02:01.535]Yes, they'll all come to see me[02:06.237]In the shade of the old tree as they lay me[02:12.533]'Neath the green, green grass of home