The Old Hometown
And 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 will all come to meet me
On their chair, 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 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
Yes, they will all come to meet me
On their chair, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I wake and look around me
At the grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a garden and there's a sad old country
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak again
I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they will all come to see me
On the chair of that old oak tree
As they lay beneath the green, green grass of home