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 my papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smiling sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green gra*s 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 Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smiling sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green gra*s of home Then I awake and look around me At four gray walls that surround me And I realize 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 gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old tree As I lay me in the green, green gra*s of home