The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama
an d 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've all come 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
That 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.
Then I awoke and look around me
There's four gray wall
s that surround me
Then I realized,
realized that I'd only been dreaming
For there's a guard and
there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Then again I'll touch the green,
grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
Neath the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me
Need the green, green grass up home