The old hometown
Looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me
Was my mama and my papa.
And down the road
I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips, like cherry
It's good to touch the
Green, green gra** of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms areached and smiling sweetly
It's so 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 cherry
It's good to touch the
Green, green gra** of home.
Then I awoke
And look around me
To the four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard
And there's a sad old padre, arm in arm
We'll walk at daybreak
Then again I'll touch the
Green, green gra** of home.
They'll all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the
Green, green gra** of home...