The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet is my Mama and my 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
'Tho the paint is crack 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.

(Recitation:) Then I awake and look around me ,
At four grey walls that surround me.
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
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 that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath
The green , green grass of home.