For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre - arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak. Again I 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.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre - arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.Again I touch the green, green grass of home.Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak treeas they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.