The old home town looks the same as I step off the train Meeting every train in my mind's eye till the man in mail came Hair like gold, lips like cherry It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Green, green grass of home, green green grass of home. Only dream I know of is to be found hair like gold, lips like a cherry It's good to touch the green, green grass of home They'll all come to greet me, on the steps of my sweet dream It's good I dreamt the green, green grass of home I wait and look around me at the broken walls that surround me And out here I was on the ground. There's a garden in the path of progress unharmed through winter's day break Then I'll touch the green, green grass of home They'll all come to greet me from the chains of the old dark hollow The green, green grass of home They'll all come to greet me on the steps, my sweet dream