[00:00.00] 作词 : Curly Putman[00:01.00] 作曲 : Curly Putman[00:15.68]The old home town looks the same,[00:20.21]As I step down from the train[00:25.04]And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa[00:35.19]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,[00:41.47]Hair of gold and lips like cherries,[00:45.80]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home[00:54.74][00:54.60]Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly,[01:05.40]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home[01:13.94][01:16.32]The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry[01:25.51]And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.[01:35.39]Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,[01:42.29]Hair of gold and lips like cherries[01:46.37]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.[01:54.75][01:57.82]Then I awake and look around me,[02:02.33]At the four gray walls that surround me,[02:06.68]And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,[02:16.23]For there's a guard and a sad old padre,[02:23.04]Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,[02:27.64]Again I'll touch the green green grass of home[02:35.51][02:35.81]Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree[02:47.03]As they lay me neath the green green grass of home