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 papaDown the road I look

and there runs MaryHair of goldand lips like cherries

It's good to touch

the green, green grass of home

Yes, they've all come to meet me

Arm reachin' smiling sweetly

It's good to touchthe 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'll 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 four gray walls

that surround me

And I realize

yes, I was only dreamin'

There's a guard

and there's a sad old padre

Arm and arm

we'll walk at daybreak

Again 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 beneath

the green, green grass of home.