The old home town looks the same 

As I step down from a train

There to meet me are 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 home is still standing 

Though the paint is cracked and dry

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

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 look around me 

At the four grey walls that surround me

And I realized, Yes, I was only dreaming

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

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

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

As they lay me neath the green green grass of home.