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