1. Strophe:
The Old Home Town Looks The Same,
As I Step Down From The Train,
And There To Meet Me Is My Mama And My Papa.
Down The Road I Look, And There Comes Mary,
Hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries.
It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home.

2. Strophe:
The Old House Is Still Standing,
Though The Paint Is Cracked And Dry,
And There's The 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.

3. Strophe:
Yes, They'll All Come To See Me,
Arms Reaching, Smiling Sweetly.
It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home.

4. Strophe:
Then I Awake And Look Around Me,
At The Four Gray Walls That Surround Me,
And I Realize That I Was Only Dreaming.
For There's A Guard, And There's A Sad Old Padre,
Arm In Arm, We'll Walk At Daybreak.
Again, I'll Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home.

5. Strophe:
Yes, They'll All Come To See Me
In The Shade Of The Old Oak Tree,
As They Lay Me 'neath The Green, Green Grass Of Home.