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 comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
Arms reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree 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 gra** of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home
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 comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green, green gra** of home
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home