It's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papaAnd 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 homeYes they'll all come to meet me
Arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dryAnd 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 homeThen I awake and look around me
At the gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and there's that sad old padreArm 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
As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home