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 mamma and my poppa
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 areaching  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'll 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 around look me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realize  Yes I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll alle to see me a ruch smail sentlin
It's good to touch the green  green grass of home