(It's good to touch the green, green grass of home)
The old hometown 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 are aching, 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
And then suddenly I awake and look around me
At these cold gray walls that surround me
And as then that I realize that I was only dreaming
For there stands a guard and there's the sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And once 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 neath
The green, green grass of home