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

Chorus
   Yes, they’ll all come to meet me arms a 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 that old oak tree that 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

Repeat Chorus

Spoken
Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm and arm we’ll walk at day-break
Again I’ll touch the green, green grass of home

Chorus
   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