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   Though 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 see 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 gray walls that surround me   And then I realize I was only dreaming      For there's a guard, and the sad old padre   Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak   Again, I touch the green, green grass of home      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