Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown looks the sameAs I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and papa

Down the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet meArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standingThough the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's that old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane, I walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around meAt four grey walls that surround meAnd I realize, yes, I was only dreamingFor there's a guard and there's a sad, old padreOn and on, we'll walk at daybreakAgain, I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see meIn the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me'Neath the green, green grass of home