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 comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all be there 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 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'll all come to meet me Arms reaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home 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 comes 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 In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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 comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all be there 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 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'll all come to meet me Arms reaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home 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 comes 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 In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
