Conway Twitty - Green, Green Gra** Of Home lyrics

The old hometown Looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me Was my mama and my papa. And down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips, like cherry It's good to touch the Green, green gra** of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms areached and smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the Green, green gra** 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 gra** of home. Then I awoke And look around me To the 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 Then again I'll touch the Green, green gra** of home. They'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the Green, green gra** of home...