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
Arms reaching, 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 that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the road, I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home

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Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
For there´s a guard and a sad, old padre
On and on, we´ll walk at daybreak
Again, I´ll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they´ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home