The old home town lookes 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 comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green gras of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green gras of home The old house is still standing, Tho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's the old oak tree that 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 gras of home And then I awake und look around me At four grey walls that surround me And then I realize, that I was only dreaming For there's stands the guard and a sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk till daybreak It's good to touch the green, green gras of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green gras of home