Green, Green Grass of Home

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there 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 gra*s of home The old house is still standing Tho' 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 gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green gra*s of home Then I wake and look around me To the cold gray wall that surround me And then I realize that I was only dreaming There's a guard and sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I touch the green, green gra*s of home Yes, we'll all be together in the shade of that old oak tree As we beneath indeed the green, green gra*s of home