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
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green,
green grass of home