Tom Jones - 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 reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree I used to play on 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
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green
Green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey 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
Again I 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