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 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

The old house is still standing

Though the paint's all cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree I used to play on

And down the lane I stroll with my girl 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

Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me

At these four gray walls that surround me

And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and a sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

When again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me

'Neath the shade of that old oak tree

When they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home