Karaoké Green, Green Grass of Home Elvis Presley

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 meet me

Arms reaching smiling sweetly

Oh 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

Yeah 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

Yes they'll all come to meet me

Arms reaching smiling sweetly

Oh it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me

At four gray walls that surround me

And then I realize

I was only dreaming

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