Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my momma and poppaAnd down the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green green grass of home.Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms a reached smiling sweetlyIt's so good to touch the green green grass of home.The old house, is still standing, though the paint is cracked and driedAnd there's that old oak tree that I used to play onAnd down the lane I walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherries.It's good to touch the green green grass of home.Then I wake and look around meAt these four gray walls that surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreamingFor there's a guard and there's a sad old padreArm in arm we'll walk at daybreakWhen again I'll touch the green green grass of home.They'll all come to see me, in the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me, neath the green green grass of home...