The old home town
looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there meet me
is my Mama and my 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
The old house is still
standing tho' 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
Yes, they'll all come to meet
me arms reaching
smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green
green grass of home
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Then I awake
and look around me
to the four grey wall
that surround me
And then I realize
that I was only dreaming
There's a guard
and sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk
at daybreak
Again I touch the green
green grass of home
Yes, they'll all meet
together in the shade
of that old oak tree
As we neath indeed the green
green grass of home