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. Chorus: 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 Chorus Spoken: Then I awake and look around me, at four grey walls surrounding me and I realize yes I was only dreaming. For there´s a guard and there´s a sad old padre - arm in arm we 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 leave me 'neath 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.

Country 1983 English