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
And 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'll all come, to meet me
Arms are reached, smiling, sweetly
It's so good, to touch, the green, green, grass, of home

The old house, is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that 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

When I awake and look around me
At four grey walls, that surround me
And I realize, that I was only dreamin'
For there's a garden, there's a sad, old, padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk, at daybreak
When again, I 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