This is a beautiful song, this is the one that made him Elvi's favorite singer, later on, his #1 celebrety friend. Of him I also like , " help yourself ", " love me tonigth ", " She's a lady'," it's up to the woman ", " resurrection schuffle " , " Puppet man ", " ' 16 tones " , " mary, the witch queen of New Orlean "," Without love ", " I who have nothing ", " there's someting about you baby "," I'm never gonna fall in love again ", but my absolute favorite, the one that's one of the one's I identify as showing my love for my wife Chachita is " You're my world ". I saw him in Vegas in the mid '80's, he's incredible . he places his mike at mid chest, and his voice still wants to tear down the building, what's more incredible, he still has that voice today.
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet is my Mama and my 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 crack 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.
(Recitation:) Then I awake and look around me ,
At four grey walls that surround me.
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre .
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll 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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As I step down from the train
And there to meet is my Mama and my 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 crack 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.
(Recitation:) Then I awake and look around me ,
At four grey walls that surround me.
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre .
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll 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.