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 come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho´ the paint is cracked and dry,
and there´s that old oak tree 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.
Yes, they´ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

[spoken:]

Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there´s a guard and there´s a sad old padre -
arm in arm we´ll walk at daybreak.
Again I 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