The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train   And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 and smiling sweetly   It's so good to touch the green green grass of home   The old house is still standing oh the paint is cracked and dry   And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on   And 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   Then I awake and I look around me at them four grey walls that surround me   And I realize now that I was only dreaming   Cause there's a guard and there's a sad old padre   And arm in arm we're gonna 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   When they lay me beneath the green green grass of home