Razgovor: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 my 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 reachin' smiling sweetly

Oh 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

Yes. 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

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,

Arms reachin' smiling sweetly

Oh it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

(Spoken)

Then I awake and look around me. Four grey walls surround me.

And I realize I was only dreamin'

There's a 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 see me

In the shade of an old oak tree

As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home