Lyrics

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 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 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 Then I awake and look around me At four grey wall surround me And then, I realize that I was only dreaming For there´s a guard and there´s A sad old padre- Arm in arm we´ll walk daybreak Again I touch the green Green grass of home Yes, they´ll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As the lay me neath the green Green grass of home