* * * * The old home town

looks the same

as I step down

from the tra in

And there

to meet me

is my Ma ma

and Pa pa

and down the

road I look

and there runs

Ma ry hair of gold

and lips like

cher ries it's good

to touch the green

green grass

of home

Yes they'll all

come to meet me

arms a rea ching

smi ling sweet ly

It 's good

to touch

the green green

grass of home

* * * * The old house is

still stan ding

tho' the paint is

crac ked and dry

And there's that

old oak tree

that I used

to play on

And down the

lane I walk

with my sweet

Ma ry hair of gold

and lips like

cher ries it's good

to 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