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 Al 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 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 I'ts good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me Cold gray walls that surround me And I realise, that I was only dreaming' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm in 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 shade of that old oak tree As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home