The old home town looks the same   As I step down from the train   And there 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   Tho' 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 meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home      Then I wake and look around me   To the cold gray wall that surround me   And then I realize that I was only dreaming   There's a guard and sad old padre   Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak   Again I touch the green, green grass of home      Yes, we'll all be together in the shade of that old oak tree   As we beneath indeed the green, green grass of home