Don Gibson - Green, Green Gra** of Home lyrics

The old home town looks the same As I step down from a train There to meet me are 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 gra** of home. The old home is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry 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 gra** of home. Then I awake and look around me At the four grey walls that surround me And I realized, Yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green green gra** 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 gra** of home.