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 Grass of Home

Yes, they'll all
Come to meet me,
Arms reaching
Smiling sweetly

Oh it's so good to touch
The green, green Grass 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

Yeah, down the Lane I walk
With my sweet Mary
Hair of Gold
And Lips like Cherries

It's good to touch
The green, green Grass of Home

Yes, they all
Come to meet me,
Arms reaching
Smiling sweetly

Oh it's so good to touch  
The green, green Grass of Home

Then I awake
And look around me
At four gray Walls
That surround me

And I realize that
I was only dreamin'

There's a Guard and
There's a sad old Padre
Arm and Arm we'll
Walk at daybreak

Again I'll touch
The green, green Grass of Home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the Shade of that old Oak Tree
As they lay me

Beneath
The green, green Grass

Of Home