Green, Green Grass of Home Songtext

von Daniel O'Donnell

Curly Putman)
(Ohhh.)
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me 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
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
(Spoken)
Then I awake and look around me
At the cold grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yeah, 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.
(Sang)
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...