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 grass of home
Yes they've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch
The green, green grass 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 grass of home
Yes they've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
Lord it's good to touch
The green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
At four 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
Once again I'll touch
The green, green grass 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 grass of home