Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown 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 areaching 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 and there Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries
 It's good to touch the green green grass of home
 Then I awake look around me at the grey walls that surround me
 And I realize that I was only dreaming
 There's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
 Again I'll touch 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 neath the green green grass of home