Green Green Grass of Home

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
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 reaching, smiling sweetly
It´s 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

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey wall surround me
And then, I realize that I was only dreaming
For there´s a guard and there´s
A sad old padre-
Arm in arm we´ll walk daybreak
Again I touch the green green grass of home

Yes, they´ll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As the lay me neath the green
Green grass of home