Green Green Grass of Home

The old home town

Still looks the same

As I step down from the train

There to meet me

Is my mama and my papa.

Down the road I look

And there runs Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherry

It's good to touch the

Green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me

Arms a-reachin', smiling sweetly

When again I'll touch the

Green, green grass of home.

The old home place is still standin'

Though the paint is cracked and dry

There's the old oak tree

That I once used to play on.

Down the lane I walk

With my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherry

It's good to touch the

Green, green grass of home.

--- Instrumental ---

(Spoken)

Then I awoke

And I look around me

At the four grey walls that surround me

And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard

And there's a sad old padre,

Where arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

As they lay me 'neath the

Green, green grass of home.

(Sang)

Yes,They'll all come to see me

Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly

When again, I'll touch the

Green, green grass of home...