The old home town looks the same,

As I step down from the train

And there to greet me is my mamma and my poppa

Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,

Hair of gold, lips like cherries,

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home



Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home



The old house is still standin,'Though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.

Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.



Then I awake and look around me,

At the four gray walls that surround me,

And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,

For there's a guard and a sad old padre,

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,

And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home