The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look and there comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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 the 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
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms are reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize, that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm and arm we walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, we'll all be together
In the shade of the old oak tree
When we meet beneath the green, green grass of home