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 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 Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, 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 At four gray walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre On and on 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