One stanza--Tom Jones--Green Green Grass of Home--fromMusic Mash

The old hometown 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