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 grass of home
(1st Bridge)
Yes they've all come to meet me arms reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
(2)
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 grass of home
(Spoken)
Then I awake and look around me
At the grey walls that surround me
Then I realize that I was only dreaming
(Sung)
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 grass of home
(2nd Bridge)
Yes, they'll all come to meet me in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home