Intro : (x2) The old home town looks the same, as I step down 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             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             Parlé : Then 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            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    ( )