The old home town looked the same As he stepped down from the train And there to meet him was his mamma and his poppa Down the road he looked, and there was Mary Hair of gold, and lips like cherries It was good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet you Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home And the old house was still standin Though the paint was cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that he used to play on Down the lane he walked with his sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries Was good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet you Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then he awoke and looked around him At the four gray walls that surround him And he realized that he was only dreaming Only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre And arm in arm they'll all walk at daybreak Where once again he'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see him In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay him 'neath the green, green grass of home (The green, green grass of home)