The old home town looks the same
As I stepped down from the train
And there to meet me
Is my mama and 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

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms 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

Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize
Yes, I was only dreaming

For there's a guard
And there's 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 the old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home