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

There to meet me is my mama and my 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

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

There's the old oak tree the one that I used to play on

And down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries

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

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

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

Then I awake and I look around me to the four grey walls that surround me

And I realize that well I was I was only dreaming

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

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

And  they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me neath the green green grass of home

As they lay me neath the green green grass of home