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