The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there i meet my mamma and poppa
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-reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green,grass of home.

The old house is still standin
'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 gray walls that surround me
And I realize...yes.. I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green,green,grass of home!

Yes they all come to see me into shade of that old, old tree
As they lay me meet my green green grass of home.