And I really,
really love you, yeah.
Look at you.
The old town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me
It's my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs
Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet
Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of home
As I awake and look around me
Those four grey walls that surround me
Yes, then I realized I was only dreaming
For there's a
God and a sad old
Padre
On and on we walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green,
green grass of home
Yes, they all come to meet me, smiling sweetly,
not completely, though it's good to touch
the green, green grass of home.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet
Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherry,
it's good to
The green, green grass of old
Down the road I look and there was
Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's good to touch
Green, grass
Green, green grass of old
Green grass
I was only sleeping,
only sleeping and dreaming of what is to be
It's not reality, dream is a dream
Not reality, yeah
Tomorrow they're coming to get me
My only dream will be your love, yeah
Green, grass, up on
Green, green grass, up on
Fade away, come another day
Green, grass, up on
Green grass
you