Green Green Grass Of Home lyrics

The old home town looks the same

As I step down from the train,

And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.

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.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,

And there's that old oak tree 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.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

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Then I awake and look around me

At four gray walls that surround me

And I realize - yes - that I was only dreaming.

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre

Arm in 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'll lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.