Green, Green Grass of Home

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the lane 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 so 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 look and there runs 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 Then I realize that I was only dreaming 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 And they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As we lay beneath the green, green grass of home