Green Green Grass Of Home

INTRO: INSTRUMENTAL It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. VERSE / VOCAL 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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly; It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. VERSE 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 and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. SPOKEN VERSE And then suddenly I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me and I realize that I was only dreaming. For 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 FINAL REFRAIN / VOCALS Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree; As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.