Green green grass of home
Howard Carpendale
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,
All creatures 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 an 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 look around me.
I see four gray walls that's surround me.
And I realize yeah, I was only dreamin'.
For you know this guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home