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 a'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

And with my sweet 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 see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me beneath

The green, green grass

Of home