Green Grass Of Home (Feat. Peter James)

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa And 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 are reaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing Tho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk 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 four grey 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 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 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