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 



(Chorus)Yes, they'll all come to meet me 

Arms a-reaching, 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'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 

At the four grey walls that surround me 

And I realize that I was only dreaming 

For there's a guard and a sad old padre 

Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak 

Again I'll touch the green green,grass of