Standard (EADGBE)

 The old home town looks the same

 as I step down from the train

 and there to meet me is my mama and my papa

 down the road I loko and there runs Mary

hair of gold and lips like cherries

 it's good to touch the green green grass of home

 Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly

 It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old hous is still standing

though the paint is cracked and dry

down the lane I 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 arounde

four gray walls that surround me

and I realize I as only dreaming

for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre

again I touch the green green grass of home