Green green grass of home

Lately, i listened to this song by Tom Jones every day while driving 2 work. I love dis song very much n there were a lot of memories tat i cud recall while listening to dis song.

Dis song used to be my song of comfort when i was working in Tawau. Each time hearing dis song i'l definitely miss my family back in KK especially bapa n mummy but it's ok 2 me coz it also give me the strength to work since the main reason 4 me to work is to help my family...

Apart from tat, dis song also reminds me of my childhood, where during tat time, most of the time i was taken care by my mom's eldest sister, in my hometown Papar, especially when bapa n mummy had to go outstation. Since we have no maid back then n there was no one else to look after me so i was sent to Papar to stay with my aunty there. It was a very happy and joyful experience being the most youngest among all my counsins, surely all the love, care and attention were given to me. My mum had once told me that I was quite spoilt tat time, up to the extent tat whenever my mummy or bapa scolded me, I will start folding all my clothes and put it all in a plastics while my mouth mumbling tat I want to go to my Mummy Papar's place. Wat a spoilt brat I used to be n I am still i gez hehehe...

So here the song of all my memories...

"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 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 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 meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

[spoken:]

Then I awake and look around me,

at four grey wall 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 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.