Green Green Grass Of Home

<br>(It`s so good to touch the green green grass of home)<br>The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train<br>And there to meet me is my mama and my papa<br>And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries<br>It`s good to touch the green green grass of home<br>Yes they`ll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly<br>It`s good to touch the green green grass of home<br>The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry<br>And there`s that old oak tree that I used to play on<br>Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries<br>It`s good to touch the green green grass of home<br>Then I awake and look around me to these grey walls that surround me<br>And I realize that I`ve just been dreaming<br>For there`s a guard and there`s the sad old padre arm in arm we`ll walk at daybreak<br>Again I`ll touch the green green grass of home<br>Yes they`ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree<br>As they lay me neath the green green grass of home