Monday, July 17, 2006

green, green grass of home


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.
yes, they'll all come to meet me,
arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
t's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
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2 comments:

CrimsonCrow said...

I look forward to sittin' on that green, green grass one day...

5:15 PM
patrick said...

i'll save you a spot.

8:42 AM

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