Though the paint is cracked and dry
In the shade of that old oak tree
At four gray walls that surround me
The old house is still standing
Arms a'reaching, smiling sweetly
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
And I realize that I was only dreaming
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Down the road, I look and there runs Mary
Arm and arm, we'll walk at daybreak
Yes, they'll all come to see me
Then I awake and look around me
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
