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 be there to meet me, 
All creatures 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 an 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
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin`
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 be there to meet me In the shadow of that old oak tree As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home