It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train 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 The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's that 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 grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and I look around me at the four grey walls that surround me And I realize that yes I realize I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the green gree
