Green, Green Grass Of Home Lyrics - Don Gibson

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 grass 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 grass 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 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.