The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and my papaDown the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to meet meArms reachingSmiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeAnd the old house is still standingThough the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's that old oak treeThat I used to play onDown the lane I walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and I look around meAt four grey walls that surround meAnd I realizeYes, I was only dreamingFor there's a garden, there's a sad old padreArm and arm we'll walk at daybreak againI'll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see meIn the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay beneath the green, green grass of homeAs they lay beneath the green, green grass of homeOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh