The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
and there to me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and
there runs Mary hair of
gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch
the Green Green Glass Of Home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
arm reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch
the Green Green Glass 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
Down the land I walk
with my sweet Mary hair of
gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch
the Green Green Glass 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
On and on we'll walk at day-break
Again, I'll touch the Green Green Glass Of Home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the Green Green Glass Of home.