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Green, green grass of home
Tom Jones
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mamma and poppa
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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
'Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls* that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home
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碧草如茵的家园
汤姆琼斯
古老的故乡依旧
当我步下火车
迎接我的是我的双亲
我向马路望去，玛丽正跑过来
她一头金发，唇似樱桃
能触摸到碧草如茵的家园真好
是的，他们全都会来看我
敞开双臂，笑容灿烂
能触摸到碧草如茵的家园真好
老家依然矗立着
虽然油漆已经斑驳剥落
还有那棵老橡树，从前我常在那里玩耍
在巷子里，我会和心爱的玛丽散步
她一头金发，唇似樱桃
能触摸到碧草如茵的家园真好
然后我醒来，看看四周
围绕着我的是个棺木
才发觉自己在作梦
警卫和悲伤年迈的军中牧师
手牵着手，在破晓时刻前进
最后，我将会触碰到碧草如茵的家园
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