The old home town looks the same
As I step 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 are reaching
smiling sweetly
It`s good to touch
the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Tho` the paint is cracked and dry
And there`s that old oak tree
that I used to play on Down the lane
I walk wiht 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
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