wind's blowing soft through the valley And the rain's falling gentle and thin And it looks like the streams are a poppin' it seems It's comin' comin' green
fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Dunardee I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen The moorlands and the midlands with their forty shades of green
Green green it's green they say on the farside of the hill Green green I'm going away to where the grass is greener still Well I told my mama on the
green leaves of summer are callin' me home 'Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer are callin' me home The green
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
at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. リトルグリーンアップルズ.
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. グリーングリーン.
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. ホームのグリーングラス.
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. カミングリーン.
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. グリーンは、夏の葉.
翻訳: エディーアーノルド. グリーンのフォーティーシェード.
the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Dunardee I miss the river Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen The moorlands and the midlands with their forty shades of green
green leaves of summer are calling me home 'Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home The green
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
