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 The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's that 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 Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me, to the cold grey walls that surround me And then I realize that I was only dreaming There's a guard and sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I touch the green, green grass of home Yes, we'll all meet together in the shade of that old oak tree When we meet beneath the green, green grass of homeee