Lyrics:
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
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 I
old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
my life is growing like a big oak tree
'Cause I love you
Baby I do and now
Can't you see
Why don't you come and let me kiss and make it better
a love that's stronger
Than an oak tree
That will be standing in the sun
When my life is done, yeah
A carefree girl
I couldn't see
All the future
old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
sweetly
It's so 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
oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green
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
It's so 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
oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
And he stood erect and cursed them
God damn you every one
They seized him in a fury
And heeding not my pleas
They hung him from the oak tree
Where he made
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
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
It's so 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
oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Only one can make the valley deep
The mountain high, the oak tree strong
Only one can bless us while we sleep
And give us faith to keep
To keep
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,
'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 why sweet Mary
Hair of gold
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
so 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
Bibia be ye ye
I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
I bet my mother's
MIGHT HAVE BLOWN DOWN THE OLD OAK TREE
MAMA LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW
WE ASKED WHAT SHE SAW
SHHHHH THAT MIGHT BE SANTA CLAUS
BA BOOM BA BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Now do the horse
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Oak Tree!
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
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