Green, Green Grass Of Home
Tom Jones 1965

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mamma and  poppa
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 meet me
Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
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'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 the four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home