The old home town looks the same, as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa 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 reachin' smiling sweetly Oh 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 Yes. down the lane I'll 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'll all come to meet me, arms reachin' smiling sweetly Oh it's good to touch the green, green grass of home
(Spoken) Then I awake and look around me. Four grey walls surround me. And I realize I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm and 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 an old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home