The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and 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 a-reaching, 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 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.

And then suddenly I awake and look around me
At these cold grey walls that surround me
And it's then that I realize that I was only dreaming
For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll 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
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home...