The old hometown 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
Verse 2:
The old house is still standing
Thought 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
Chorus 1:
Yes they'll all come to see me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Verse 3:
Then I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Chorus 2:
Yes they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home