Скачать или смотреть Tom McCray *Stereo* green green Grass of Home

Vergessen wir nicht, an Weihnachten sind viele vor allem ältere Leute einsam - so wie hier er träumt von seinen Eltern und seiner Freundin Mary, ABER DANN - der Liedtext...

Dann wache ich auf und schaue mich um.
Kalte graue Wände umgeben mich.
Und ich merke, dass ich nur geträumt habe.
Es gibt eine Wache und einen traurigen alten Padre.
Arm und Arm gehen wir bei Tagesanbruch.
Wieder berühre ich das grüne, grüne Gras der Heimat.

Ja, sie werden alle da sein, um mich zu treffen.
Im Schatten dieser alten Eiche.
Als sie mich unter das grüne, grüne Gras der Heimat legen.

Soll heißen.... er starb einsam - aber zur Beerdigung kommen sie Alle, wenn er im Schatten der alten Eiche im grünen Gras der Heimat beerdigt wird
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Meaning.... he died lonely - but they all come to the funeral when he is buried in the shade of the old oak in the green grass of his homeland

Liedtext in Deutsch:
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 be there to meet me,
All creatures 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 an 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
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
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Let's not forget that at Christmas many elderly people are lonely - like here he dreams of his parents and his girlfriend Mary, BUT THEN - the lyrics...

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 be there to meet me,
All creatures 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 an 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
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home