The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train

There to meet me is my mama and papa

Down the lane I look and there runs Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherry

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry

There's the old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherry

It's so good to touch the green green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly

It's so good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me

And I realized that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

And they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home