The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 and smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green gra** of home
The old house is still standing oh the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
And 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
Then I awake and I look around me at them four grey walls that surround me
And I realize now that I was only dreaming
Cause there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
And arm in arm we're gonna walk at daybreak
And once again I'll touch the green green gra** of home
Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
When they lay me beneath the green green gra** of home