It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old home town looks the same

As I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mamma and pappa

And down the road I look, and there runs Mary

Hair 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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly

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

And down the lane I walk with my why sweet Mary

Hair 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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home



Then I awake, and look around

At the grey walls that surround

And I realize that I was o-only dreaming

For there's a guard and a there's a sad old padre

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 me 'neath the green, green grass of home

Writer : BACHARACH, BURT F/DAVID, HAL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing