The old hometown 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 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
with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize,
yes, I was only dreaming
For there's a God and there's a sad old
grave On and on we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green,
green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
That they lay me Near the green,
green grass of home