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