GREEN - GREEN GRASS OF HOME

GREEN - GREEN GRASS OF HOME

The old hometown 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 children

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 still standing

The paint is cracked and dry

And there is that old oak tree that I used to play on

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

At four grey walls that surround me

And I realized 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’ll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they’ll all come to meet me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home