The old home town looks the same,

As I step down from the train,

And there to meet me is my mama and papa

Down the road I look and there runs Mary

Hair of gold and 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

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

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 4 grey walls that surround me

And I realize, yes, I was only dreamin'

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

Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak

Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home



Yes, they'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home