Green, Green Grass Of Home

Green, Green Grass Of Home - Roger Whittaker

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

Though 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

That 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 I walk at daybreak

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