The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my
mama and my 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 see me,
arms a -reachin', smilin' 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, tree
that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk
with my sweet Mary,
hair of golden lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green,
green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
arms a -reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of war
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a garden,
there's a sad old pottery
On an d on we'll
walk at daybreak
Again, I'll touch the green,
green grass of old
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me beneath
the green, green grass of old
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me
Neath the green