The old home town looks the same,
  As I step down from the train,
  And there to meet me is my mama and papa
  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 be there to meet me,
  All creatures 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 an 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
  Cold gray walls surround me
  And I realize that I was only dreamin'
  There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
  Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
  Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
    Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
  In the shadow of that old oak tree
  As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home