The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mama and my papa

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 grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching and smiling sweetly

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

The old house is still standing oh the paint is cracked and dry

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

And down the lane I 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 I look around me at them four grey walls that surround me

And I realize now that I was only dreaming

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

And arm in arm we're gonna walk at daybreak

And once 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

When they lay me beneath the green green grass of home