Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
And 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

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree, huh
That I used to play on and down the lane I
Walk with sweet-sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to to-to-touch the
Green-green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As I touch the green-green grass of home

Then I'll awake, I'll look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I'll realize that I've only dreamin'
All the time for you see
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
In arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the
Green-green grass of home, oh

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the
Green-green grass of home, home