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 mamma and my poppa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, theyll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly,
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry
And theres that old oak tree, That I used to play on.
Down the lane Ill walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
For theres a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm well walk at daybreak,
Again Ill touch the green green grass of home

Yes theyll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home