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