Green Green Grass Of Home Lyrics - Roger Miller

The old hometown 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 comes Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries 

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

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

It's so good to touch the green, green grass 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 and down the lane 

I'd 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've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly 

Lord, it's so good to touch the green, green grass of home 

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

And I realized that I was only dreaming, for there's a guard 

And there's a sad old padre arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak 

Once 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