Bill Anderson - 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 Papa
And 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 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 four grey walls that surround me
And I realize 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 see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home