Strophe)
The old home town 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
Refrain)
Yes, they´ll all come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Strophe)
The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry
And there´s that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
hair of gold and lips like cherries
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Bridge)
And then suddenldy I awake and look around me
at the four gray walls that surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming
For 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
Refrain)
Yes, they´ll all come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home
