Green Green Grass Of Home Lyrics - Claude King

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

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train 

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 

The old house 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 grass of home 

Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly 

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

Then I awake and I look around me at the four grey walls that surround me 

And I realize that yes I realize I was only dreamin' 

There's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak 

And 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