Green, Green Grass of Home

Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Though the paint is cracked and dry

Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me

To the cold gray walls that surround me
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
The old house is still standing
And then I realize I was only dreaming
Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa

Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
Then I awake and look around me
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary

For there's a guard, and the sad old padre
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree

Again, I touch the green, green grass of home