The old home town looks the same as I step off the train
  Meeting every train in my mind's eye till the man in mail came
  Hair like gold, lips like cherry
  It's 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
  It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
  They'll all come to greet me, on the steps of my sweet dream
  It's 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.
    There's a garden in the path of progress unharmed through winter's day break
  Then I'll touch the green, green grass of home
  They'll all come to greet me from the chains of the old dark hollow
  The green, green grass of home
  They'll all come to greet me on the steps, my sweet dream