The old hometown 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 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,
though the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll 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 gray walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak,
again I'll 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

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to 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 beneath the green, green grass of home