Green Green Grass of Home sing and play along

It's good to touch the green,

green grass of home.

The old hometown looks the same as I me step down four gray from the train,

surround and there to meet me realize is my mama dreaming.

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 see me in the reaching,

smiling sweetly;

it's good to touch the green,

green grass of home.

2. The old house awake is still standing,

the me paint down four gray is and dry,

surround and there's that old oak realize tree that I used dreaming.

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 the reaching, smiling sweetly;

it's good to touch the green,

green grass of home.

3. (to shade of that old oak tree as they lay me 'neath the green,

green grass of home.