The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me
was my Mama and Papa
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'll all come to meet me
Arms a reaching, smiling sweetly
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 a reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch
the green green grass of home