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 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



Yes, they've all come to meet me

Arms areached smiling sweetly

It's so 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'd 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 these four gray walls that surround me

And I realized that I was only dreaming



For 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



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