The old home town looks the same,  As I step down from the train,  And there to meet me is my mama and 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    Yes, they'll all be there to meet me,  All creatures 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 an old oak tree that I used to play on  Down the lane I'll 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 look around me  Cold gray walls surround me  And I realize that I was only dreamin'  There's a guard and there's a sad old padre  Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak  Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home    Yes, they'll all be there to meet me  In the shadow of that old oak tree  As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home    these lyrics are submitted by III