Green Grass Of Home                        Tempo: 96 / Tonart: Ab
(Tom Jones)

(c) Spooky soft studio Holland
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[Intro:]

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[Vers 1:]

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The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train, 

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and there to meet me is my mama and my papa. Down the road I look 

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and there runs Mary,    hair of gold and lips like cherries, 

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it's good to touch the green, green grass of home.       

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Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly, 

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it's good to touch the green, green grass of home. ---- 

[Vers 2:]

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The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, 

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and there is that old oak tree I used to play on. Down the lane I walk 

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with my sweet Mary,    hair of gold and lips like cherries, 

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it's good to touch the green, green grass of home. 

[Spoken:]

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Then I awake and look around me, at four wall grey surround me 

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and I realize that I was only dreaming. For there's a guard 

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and there's a sad old padre,    arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak. 

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Again I touch the green, green grass of home.    ---- 

[Ending:]

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Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree 

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as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.             ---- 

     
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