The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to 1 me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips 2 cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, 3 've all come to meet me,
Arm reachin' smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, 4 grass of home

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And 5 's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the 6 I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's 7 to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look 8 me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize yes, I was only dreamin'
There's a 9 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 beneath the green, green grass of home