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 guard and there's a sad old
Lord Ray 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
As they lay me Near the green,
green grass of home