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