Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry 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 There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green green gra*s of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green gra*s of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me And I realized 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 And they lay me 'neath the green green gra*s of home