The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me
Is my mamma and my poppa
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
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'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
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realize
Yes, I was only dreaming
For there's a guard
And a 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