Green Green Grass Of Home

(It's so good to touch the green green gra*s of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my 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'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly 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 Then I awake and look around me to these grey walls that surround me And I realize that I've just been dreaming For there's a guard and there's the sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak 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