Green, Grass of Home~

Wthell... lolx. It is thursday. Again , water shortage at our hostel...... SWT.

Looking for water , walked around the whole college area. We found it. Our BOSS' room, Mr David. Great. 5 of us, rushing upstair and went into his room like little kids once he opened the door.

Chat with him, all kinda stuff. Forgetting about taking a bath ( cause he have a big water tank in his block )..

I went into the room and realize there is a nice shining guitar placed beside his bed.

" David, you play guitar? "
" Yes, I can "
" Can you play now? Show off a bit. We wanna see you play."
"Alrite, come , lets go into the room."

David said his was getting old, and can't really remember all the notes and lyrics of the song. So he has to look at the music book while playing.

From the music he played.... the voice he sang... It shows to us all the age and years that passing by him. Time never stop.....
But still , without looking back, all of us.. singing along, happily, feeling there is nothing much to care at that moment, hoping tomorrow will be better.

The thinny voice of ours...
From David's room...
A soft famost old song...
A gang of 20+ plus kids and a 40+ man...

Haha... the "Dry" night is something different..

The old home town looks the same~
As I step down from the train~
And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa~
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~
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~
At the four gray walls that surround me~
And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming~
For there's a guard and 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~

Green, Green Grass of Home Tom Jones