The old home town
looks the same
As I step down
from the train
And 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 cherries
It's good to touch
The green green
grass of home
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 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 four grey walls
That surround me
and I realize
Yes that I was only
dreamming
For 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 come
to see me
In the shade of
that old oak tree
As they lay me
beneath the
Green green
grass of home~