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 a reaching 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 and with my serrt 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 that i was only dreaming for 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 come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree as they lay me neath the green green grass of home