Don Williams & Pozo Seco Singe

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
there to meet me is my mama 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

The old home is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
There's that an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll 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 around me
At four gray walls surround me
And I realize yes I was only dreamin'
for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak Again
I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home