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 ROAD 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
AND FOUR GREY WALLS 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
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 THEY LAY ME NEATH
THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME;