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 my papa.

Down the road I look, and there comes 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 the 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.



Yes, they`ll all come to see me,

Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

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



Then I awake and look around me,

At the four gray walls that surround me,

And I realize 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 the old oak tree,

As they lay me `neath the green, green grass of home.