The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
There to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms outreached, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green,
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
I wake and look around me
At the four grey walls that surround me
There's the warden, there's the padre
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
Neath the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
Need the green, green grass of home.
