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 my papa Down the road I loko 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, hands reaching, smiling sweetly It's 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 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 Then I awake and look arounde Four gray walls that surround me Aand I realize I as only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I touch the green green grass of home