THE OLD HOME TOWN
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 STANDIN'
THOUGH THE PAINT
IS CRACKED AND DRY
AND THERE'S THAT OLD OAK TREE
THAT I USED TO PLAY ON
DOWN THE LANE I'LL WALK
WITH MY SWEET MARY
HAIR OF GOLD
AND LIPS LIKE CHERRIES
IT'S GOOD TO TOUCH THE
GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Spoken...
THEN I AWAKE
AND LOOK AROUND ME
AT FOUR GREY WALLS
THAT SURROUND ME
AND I REALISE
YES, I WAS ONLY DREAMIN'
FOR THERE'S A GUARD
AND THERE'S A SAD OLD
ARM IN ARM
WE'LL WALK AT DAYBREAK
AGAIN, I'LL TOUCH THE
GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Resume Singing...
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