Yes, they'll all come to meet me, 
arms reaching, smiling sweetly 
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home 

The old house is still standing 
Tho' 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 awake and look around me, 
at four grey walls that surround me 
and I realize, yes 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 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