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 lips like cherries 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 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 see me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green gra*s of home Then I awake and look around me To the cold gray walls that surround me And then I realize I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and the sad old padre Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak Again, I touch the green, green gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green gra*s of home