The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa and 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 a reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
And 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 see me in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home
