Dean Martin - Green Green Grass Of Home

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 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 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