Dean Martin - The Green, Green Grass 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 grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to
Meet me arms a'reaching, smiling sweetly
It's 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
Down the lane I walk and with my serrt 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 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 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