| C | C7 | F | C | |
| The | old home town looks the same | as I | step down from the | train |
| C | G7 | |
| And there to meet me is my mama and | papa; |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | C7 | F | Fdim | F | Em7-Dm7 | |
| Down | the | road I look and | there runs Mary | , hair of | gold and | lips like |
| cherries, |
| C | G7 | Dm7 | G7 | C | F | C | |
| it's good to touch the | green, | green | grass of | home | . |
| REFRAIN |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | C7 | F | |
| Yes, | they'll | all come to | meet me arms a- | reaching, smiling sweetly; |
| Dm7 | C | G | Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| It's | good to touch the | green, green | grass | of | home. |
| C | C7 | F | C | |
| The | old house is still standing, | though the | paint is cracked and | dry, |
| C | G7 | |
| And there's that old oak tree that I used to | play on; |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | C7 | F | Fdim | F | Em7-Dm7 | |
| Down the | lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like |
| cherries |
| Dm7 | C | G7 | Dm7 | G7 | C | F | C | |
| it's | good to touch the | green, green | grass | of | home | . |
| (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 |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | C7 | F | Em7 | |
| Yes, | they'll | all come to | see me in the | shade of that old oak t | ree; |
| Dm7 | C | G | Dm7 | G7 | F-Em7-Dm7-C | |
| As they | lay me 'neath the | green, green | grass | of | home. |