The old hometown 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, 
All creatures 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 an old oak tree that I used to play on 
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary 
Hair of gold and lips like cherries 
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home 

Spoken: 

Then I awake and look around me 
At the four grey walls that surround me 
And I realize that I was only dreaming' 
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 meet me 
In the shadow of that old oak tree 
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home.