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 my 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 so good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing though its 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

Then I awake and look around me at four grey walls that 
surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in 
arm we'll walk at daybreak
Then 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