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 comes 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 areaching, 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'd 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've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly Lord, it's so 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 realized that I was only dreaming, for there's a guard And there's a sad old padre arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak Once 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