Green, Green Grass Of Home - Tom Jones

The old home town looks the same 
As I step down from the train 
And there to meet 
Is 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. 

Yes, they´ll all come to meet me, 
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly, 
It´s good to touch 
The green, green grass of home. 

The old house is still standing 
´Tho the paint is crack and dry, 
And 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. 

(Recitation:) 

Then I awake and look around me, 
At four grey walls that surround me. 
And I realise that I was only dreamin´. 

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.