GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME by Esther Spektor

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 the 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 the 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 I realize I was only dreamin’ There’s a guard and there’s a sad