The old hometown
looks the same
as I step down
from the train
and there to meet me
is my mama
and papa
Down the lane I look
and there runs Mary
hair of gold
and lips like cherry
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 so 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 look
and there runs Mary
hair of gold
and lips like cherry
It's good to touch
the green green grass of home
Then I wake
and look around me
at the four grey walls
that surround me
Then I realized
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
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