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 are reaching 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

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms are reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awoke and looked around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak and again
I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me,
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home