D                           D7        G                  D           
1. The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
    D                                   A7
   And there to meet me is my mama and papa;
   Em7  A7   D               D7 
   Down the road I look and there runs Mary, 
    G               F#m7-Em7
   Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
         A       D          A7                   D
   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Refrain
   Em7  A7       D             D7 
   Yes, they'll all come to meet me  
            G        F#m7-Em7
   Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
   Em7  A        D         A7                    D
   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Refrain

2. 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 lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like cherries
   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Refrain

3. (spoken) [same progression]
   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 and arm we'll walk at daybreak – 
   Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

FINAL REFRAIN
   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.