The old home town looks the same as I step off the train
Meeting every train in my minds eye till the man in mail came
Hair like gold, lips like cherry
Its 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
Its good to touch the green, green grass of home
Theyll all come to greet me, on the steps of my sweet dream
Its 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
Theres a garden in the path of progress unharmed through winters day break
Then Ill touch the green, green grass of home
Theyll all come to greet me from the chains of the old dark hollow
The green, green grass of home
Theyll all come to greet me on the steps, my sweet dream