E A E B7 E [Verse 1]E A E The old home town looks the same as I step down from the trainB7 And there to meet me is my Mama and my PapaE A Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherriesE B7 E It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [Verse 2]E A E The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dryB7 And there's that old oak tree that I used to play onE A Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherriesE B7 E It's good to touch the green, green grass of homeE7 A Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetlyE B7 E It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [Interlue]E A E B7 E [Verse 3]E A E Then I awake and look around me, to the cold grey walls that surround meB7 And then I realize that I was only dreamingE There's a guard and sad old padreA Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreakE B7 E Again I touch the green, green grass of homeE7 A Yes, we'll all meet together in the shade of that old oak treeE B7 A F#m E When we meet beneath the green, green grass of home
Green Green Grass Of Home
Joan Baez
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