Porter Wagoner - Green Green Grass Of Home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my momma and poppa
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've all come to meet me, arms a reached smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home.

The old house, is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dried
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
And 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.

Then I wake and look around me
At these 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 in arm we'll walk at daybreak
When again I'll touch the green green grass of home.

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...