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 And 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've all come to meet me, arms a-reached smiling sweetly It's so 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 And 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 these four gray walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming But 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