The old hometown still looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me was my mama and papa
Down the road I looked 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 see me arms areaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house it's 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 looked and there runs 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 the four grey walls that surround me
Then I realized that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see me arms areaching smiling sweetly
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home