The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train There to meet me is my Mama and Papa And down the road I look, and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they've 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 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 cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At these four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old heartbreak Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak When again I'll touch the green green grass of home They'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home