Green green grass of home C The old home town looks the same F C as I step down from the train G and there to meet me is my mama and my papa C C7 down the road I loko and there runs Mary F hair of gold and lips like cherries C G G7 C F C it's good to touch the green green grass of home C C7 F Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly C G G7 C It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old hous is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry 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 awake and look arounde four gray walls that surround me and I realize I as only dreaming for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre again I touch the green green grass of home