The old home town looks the same, as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 reachin’ smiling sweetly Oh 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. ….Solo……….. 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
