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've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, 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'd 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've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green gra** of home
Then I awake and look around me at the gray walls that surround me
And I realized 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
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
As they lay me 'neath the green green gra** of home