The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
And there 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 gra** 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 with my sweet 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 reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home
Then I awake and look around me, to the four grey wall that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green gra** of home
Yes, they'll all meet together in the shade of that old oak tree
As we neath indeed the green, green gra** of home