THE OLD HOMETOWN
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 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 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 AWAKE
AND LOOK AROUND ME
AT FOUR GRAY WALLS
THAT SURROUND ME
AND I REALIZE
YES
I WAS ONLY DREAMING
FOR THERE'S A GOD
AND THERE'S
A SAD OLD PADRE
ARM IN ARM
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
AS THEY LAY ME
'NEATH THE GREEN
GREEN GRASS OF HOME