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



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 areaching 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 and there Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries



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







Then I awake look around me at the grey walls that surround me



And I realize that I was only dreaming



There's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak



Again I'll touch I'll touch the green green grass of home







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