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