Green Green Grass Of Home

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