Green, Green Grass of Home

I'd like to do a song for you now that

I recorded for RCA not too terribly long ago

One that is a kind of a special favorite of mine

That I hope you might enjoy

Called "The Green, Green Grass of Home"

The old hometown looks the same

As I step down from the train

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've all come to meet me

Arms a-reached 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

There's that old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet 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 these four gray walls that surround me

And I realized 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

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

They'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

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

Thank you very much

And that just about winds things up

Thank you for being a real great audience

And we hope you'll come see our show again real, real soon

Mack McGee here to kind of take us out of here on