- Green Green grass of home / Tom johnes -



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



arms a 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



It\'s good to touch the green green grass of home






Then I awake and look around me



At the all grey walls that surround 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\'ll walk at day-break


Again I\'ll 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 lay me \'neath the green green grass of home.