Green Green Grass of Home

The old home town looked the same
 As he stepped down from the train
 And there to meet him was his mamma and his poppa
 Down the road he looked, and there was Mary
 Hair of gold, and lips like cherries
 It was good to touch the green, green grass of home
 Yes, they'll all come to meet you
 Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly
 It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 And the old house was still standin
 Though the paint was cracked and dry
 And there's that old oak tree that he used to play on
 Down the lane he walked with his sweet Mary
 Hair of gold and lips like cherries
 Was good to touch the green, green grass of home
 Yes, they'll all come to meet you
 Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly
 It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
 Then he awoke and looked around him
 At the four gray walls that surround him
 And he realized that he was only dreaming
 Only dreaming
 For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
 And arm in arm they'll all walk at daybreak
 Where once again he'll touch the green, green grass of home
 Yes, they'll all come to see him
 In the shade of that old oak tree
 As they lay him 'neath the green, green grass of home
 (The green, green grass of home)