| Lyrics: | The old home town looks the same as I step off the train
Meeting every train in my mind's eye
till the man in mail came
Hair like gold, lips like cherry
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of home
Green, green grass of home, green green grass of home.
Only
dream I know of is to be found hair like gold, lips like a cherry
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of home
They'll all come to greet me, on the steps of my sweet dream
It's good
I dreamt the green, green grass of home
I wait and look around me at the broken walls that
surround me
And out here I was on the ground.
There's a garden in the path of
progress unharmed through winter's day break
Then I'll touch the green, green grass of
home
They'll all come to greet me from the chains of the old dark hollow
The green, green
grass of home
They'll all come to greet me on the steps, my sweet dream |
