Green Green Grass - Ciarán Rosney

Throw a party Throw a party, yeah Throw a party Well, she moves like lightning and she counts to three And she dances with the lights, sincere, she's coming for me Now, put your hands up, this is a heist And there's no one in here living gonna make it out alive Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" We go together, Adam and Eve But the girl is so much more than just another apple thief Yeah, she's a genius (genius), watch and learn How she sets the world on fire just to watch the sucker burn Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" Throw a party (hey) Throw a party, yeah Throw a party (whoo) On the day that I die Throw a party (hey) Throw a party, yeah (whoo) Throw a party (yeah) On the day that I die Loaded up when the sun comes down Getaway car for one another Me and the girl straight out of town Over the hills and undercover Undercover, undercover She said, "Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die" Green, green grass, blue, blue sky You better throw a party on the day that I die"

The old home town 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. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. 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. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. 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.

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries 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 the old oak tree that I used to play on 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 see me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly 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 there's a sad old padre Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home

(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And 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 areaching 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 And 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 areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll 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