C
The old house is still standing
F C
Though the paint is cracked and dry
G7
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
C
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
F
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
C G7 C
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Spoken:
C
Then I awake and look around me
F C
At the four gray walls that surround me
G7
And I realize that I was only dreaming
C
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
F
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
C G7 C
Again I'll touch the green grass of home

C
Yes they'll all come to see me
F
In the shade of that old oak tree
C
As they lay me beneath
G7 C
The green green grass of home