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 grass of home



Yes, they'll all be there 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 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



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 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 grass 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 grass of home

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