The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and 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 ~~
Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms are reaching, smiling sweetly It's 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 Down the lane I walk my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home ~~
Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize 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 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 beneath the green green grass of home ~~
