1. Uriah Heep - One Day 2:47 [1973] 
2. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
3. Fifth Harmony - Sauced Up
Tom Jones - Green, Green, Grass of Home
| Szövegírók: |
Curly Putman |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Curly Putman |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Country pop, schlager |
| Címkék: | feldolgozás [+] |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 2634 alkalommal
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The old home town looks the same
as I step down from the train,
and there to 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,
tho' 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.
[spoken:]
Then I awake and look around me,
at the four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I 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.
as I step down from the train,
and there to 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,
tho' 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.
[spoken:]
Then I awake and look around me,
at the four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I 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.
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