Green, Green Grass of Home (Bear’s Sonic Journals: Live At The Carousel Ballroom, April 24 1968)

[Verse 1]
The old home town still looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the lane, I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old tree as they lay me
'Neath the green, green grass of home

[Verse 2]
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
Down the lane I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like chеrries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Thеn I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, and a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And at the end, I'll touch the green, green grass of home

[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old tree as they lay me
'Neath the green, green grass of home