The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there comes 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 areaching 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
And 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 areaching smiling sweetly
Lord it's so good to touch the green green gra** of home
Then I awake and look around me at four grey 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
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
As they lay me neath the green green gra** of home