It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
VERSE / VOCAL
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.
Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
VERSE
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.
SPOKEN VERSE
And then suddenly 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
FINAL REFRAIN / VOCALS
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree;
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.