The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and 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 gra** of home
Yes they'll all be there to meet me
Al creatures smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green gra** 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'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
I'ts good to touch the green, green gra** of home
Then I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls that surround me
And I realise, that I was only dreaming'
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 gra** of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green gra** of home