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
air 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 a-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 and with my sweet Mary
Bair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Speaking: And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the four gray walls that surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm and arm 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 they lay me ‘neath the green, green grass of home.
