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
Yes, they'll all come
to meet me All 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 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 four gray walls
that surround me)
(And I realize,
yes, that I was
only dreaming)
(For there's a guard, and
there's a sad old padre
On and on we'll walk
at daybreak)
(Again I'll touch
the green,
green grass of home)
Yes, they'll all come
to see me in the shade
of that old oak tree
As the lay me
'neath the green,
green grass of home.