Green, Green Grass Of HomeTom JonesThe old home town looks the same,As I step down from the train,And there to greet me are my mamma and my poppa;Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,Hair of gold, lips like cherries,It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.CHORUS:Yes, they'll all come to meet me,Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,It's good to touch the green, green grass of home,The old house is still standin,'Though the paint is cracked and dry,And there's that old oak tree,That I used to play in.Down the lane I'll 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 awake and look around me,At the four gray walls that surround me,And I realize that I was only dreaming,For there's a guard and a sad old padre,Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home.(CHORUS)