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 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 the 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 Then I awake and look around me At the gray walls that surround me And I realized 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