Elvis Presley - Green, Green Gra** Of Home lyrics

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 gra** of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a'reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green gra** 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 Down the lane I walk and 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 four gray 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 and 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