The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet 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 grass of home (Chorus)Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass 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 lane I'll 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 the four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green,grass of 编辑于2002/01/01更新