Green Green Grass Of Home Lyrics

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my momma and poppa

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've all come to meet me, arms a reached smiling sweetly

It's so good to touch the green green grass of home.

The old house, is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dried

And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on

And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

Then I wake and look around me

At these four gray walls that surround me

And 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 at daybreak

When again I'll 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...