(It's good to touch the green green grass of home)   The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train   And there to meet me is my mama and papa   And 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      Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly   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      And then suddenly I awake and look around me   At these cold grey walls that surround me   And as then that I realize that I was only dreaming   For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre   Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak   And once 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   As they lay me neath the green green grass of home