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