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 my papa

Down the road I'd 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 reaching

Smiling 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 lips

Like cherries

It's good to touch

The green, green grass

Of home

Yes, they'll all

Come to meet me

Arms reaching,

Smiling sweetly

It's good to touch

The green, green grass

Of home

Then I awake

And look around me

Four gray walls

That surround me

And I realize

I was only dreaming

Well 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 oak tree

As they lay me neath

The green, green grass

Of home