| [00:15.68] | The old home town looks the same, |
| [00:20.21] | As I step down from the train |
| [00:25.04] | And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa |
| [00:35.19] | Down the road I look, and there runs Mary, |
| [00:41.47] | Hair of gold and lips like cherries, |
| [00:45.80] | It's good to touch the green, green grass of home |
| [00:54.74] | |
| [00:54.60] | Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly, |
| [01:05.40] | It's good to touch the green, green grass of home |
| [01:13.94] | |
| [01:16.32] | The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry |
| [01:25.51] | And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on. |
| [01:35.39] | Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary, |
| [01:42.29] | Hair of gold and lips like cherries |
| [01:46.37] | It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. |
| [01:54.75] | |
| [01:57.82] | Then I awake and look around me, |
| [02:02.33] | At the four gray walls that surround me, |
| [02:06.68] | And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming, |
| [02:16.23] | For there's a guard and a sad old padre, |
| [02:23.04] | Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak, |
| [02:27.64] | Again I'll touch the green green grass of home |
| [02:35.51] | |
| [02:35.81] | Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree |
| [02:47.03] | As they lay me neath the green green grass of home |