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'll all come to meet me

Arms a-reaching, 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 with my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

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

And then suddenly I awake and look around me

At these cold grey walls that surround me

And it's then that I realize that I was only dreaming

For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

And once 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 'neath the green, green grass of home...