(It's good to touch the green green gra** of home)
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green gra** of home
Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green gra** 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 walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green gra** of home
And then suddenly I awake and look around me
At these cold grey walls that surround me
And as then that I realize that I was only dreaming
For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And once again I'll touch the green green gra** of home