The old hometown 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
Arms 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.
(Spoke)Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey 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
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
You once 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 they lay me neath the green,
Green grass of home
