The Green Green Grass of Home
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The green, green grass of home
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And there're those old trees I used to play on.
.
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The old house is still standing
.
Down the lane I walk ...
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... with Mom's sweet Mira, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
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The green, green grass of home
.
And there're those old trees I used to play on.
.
.The old house is still standing
.
Down the lane I walk ...
.
... with Mom's sweet Mira, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
.
posted by Merisi at
Thursday, June 29, 2006
2 Comments:
the old home town looks the same,
as I step our from the train,
and there to meet me
is my mama and my papa...
Good ol' Tom Jones!
Ah, one of the songs that I used to perform every night back in the day!
Love the picture/caption duo! LOL
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