v.1
The old home town still looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me was my mama and my papa
Down the lane I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Yes it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Chorus:
Yes, they'll all come to see me
Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

v.2
The old house is still standin'
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that 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
Yes it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Instr. Brk

v.3
Then I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And then I realize I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and a sad old Padre
Arm in 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 the old oak tree
When they lay me 'neath
The green, green grass of home