The old home town
looks the same
As I step down
from the train
And there to meet me
is my Mamma and Poppa
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 all come
to meet me
Arms a-reached
Smilin' sweetly
It's so 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
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