Green Green Grass Of Home

<br>The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train<br>There to meet me is my mama and my papa<br>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>The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry<br>There`s the old oak tree the one that I used to play on<br>And down the lane I`d 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>And they`ll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly<br>It`s so good to touch the green green grass of home<br>Then I awake and I look around me to the four grey walls that surround me<br>And I realize that well I was I was only dreaming<br>For there`s a guard and there`s that sad old padre<br>Arm in arm we`ll walk at daybreak<br>And again I`ll touch the green green grass of home<br>And 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<br>As they lay me neath the green green grass of home