The old hometown 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've all come to meet me
Arms are reached 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
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'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
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize I was only dreaming
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 shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath
the green green grass of home