The old home town
Looks the same
As I step down
From the train
And there to meet me
Stood my Mama
And Papa
Down the road I looked
And there ran Mary
Hair of gold and
Lips like cherries
It's good to touch
The green green
Grass of home
Yes they all come
To meet me
Arms reachin'
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 grey walls
That surround me
And I realize yes
I was only dreaming
For there's a guard
And there's a
Sad old Padre
On and on
We'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch
The green green
Grass of home
Yes they all come
To see me
In the shade of
That old oak tree
As they lay me
'Neath the Green
Green grass of home