As I step down from the train
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green,
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green
Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize yes, I was only dreaming
and there's a sad old partridge
On and on we'll walk at daybreak
Again, I'll touch the green,
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
Meet the green, green grass of home