Green Green Grass Of Home

B A E B A E E The old home town looks the same A E as I step down from the train B And there to meet me is my mama and papa E Down the road I look and there runs Mary, A hair of gold and lips like cherries. E B A It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. E A Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly; E B A It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. E A E The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry, B And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on E Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, A hair of gold and lips like cherries. E B A It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. E And then suddenly I awake and look around me A E at the four gray walls that surround me B and I realize that I was only dreaming. E For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre A Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak E B A again I'll touch the green, green grass of home E A Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree; E B A E As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.