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 Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green gra*s of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green gra*s of home The old house is still standing though the paint is [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/feb ] 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 gra*s 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 And 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 oak tree As they lay me neath the green green gra*s of home