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 And 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. 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 around me At the four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green, 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.