Green, Green Grass of Home	

The old hometown looks the same 
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the lane I look and there runs Mary 
hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing 
though the paint is cracked and dry
There's the 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 so good to touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet me 
arms areached smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
[ guitar ]
Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre 
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes 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