It's good to touch the green, green gra-ass of home



The old home town looks the sa-ame

As I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mamma and pappa

And down the road I look, and there runs Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green, green gra-ass of ho-ome



Yes, they'll all come to meet me

Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly

It's good to touch the green, green gra-ass of ho-ome,



The old house is still standing

'Though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree

That I-I used to play on

And down the lane I walk with my-y sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green, green grass of ho-ome



Yes, they'll all come to meet me

Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly

It's good to touch the green, green gra-ass of ho-ome



Then I awake, and look around

At the grey walls that surround

And I realize that I was o-only dreaming

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

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

Again, I'll touch the green, green gra-ass of ho-ome



Yes, they'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me 'neath the green, green gra-ass of ho-ome