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 look and there runs Mary
 Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
 It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 Yes, they'll all come to meet me
 Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly
 Oh, 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
 Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
 Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
 It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 Yes, they'll all come to meet me
 Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly
 Oh, it's 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 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 tree
 As I lay me in the green, green grass of home