It's so good to touch the green,
green grass afloat
The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is
my mama and papa
And down the road I look,
and there runs Mary
A pair 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 are itching, smiling smoothly
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 with
my sweet Mary,
hair of gold and lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green,
green grass of home.
Then I wake and look around me
At the grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a garden,
there's a sad old pothead
Arm in 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 beneath the green,
green grass of home