Your hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And 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 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 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 all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I wake and look around at the grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a garden and there's a sad old pudgy Armed and armed we'll walk at daybreak again I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they all come to see me in the shade Of that old oak tree as they lay beneath the green, green grass of home