The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms outreached, smiling sweetly It's so 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 there's the sad old padre Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak And 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 neath the green, green grass of home