The old ho me town looks the same
as I s tep down from the t rain
and there to meet me is my mama and my p apa
down the r oad I loko and t here runs Mary
h air of gold and lips like cherries
it's g ood to touch the g reen green g rass of h ome
Yes they'll a ll come to m eet me hands r eaching smiling sweetly
It's g ood to touch the g reen green g rass of home
The old ho use is still standing
though the paint is crack ed and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I use d to play on
down the l ane I walk with my sweet Mary
h air of gold and lips like cherries
it's g ood to touch the g reen green g rass of h ome
Yes they'll a ll come to m eet me hands r eaching smiling sweetly
It's g ood to touch the g reen green g rass of home
Then I awa ke and look arounde
four g ray walls that surr ound me
and I realize I as only dreaming
for there' s a guard and th ere's a sad old padre
A rm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
again I touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll a ll come to m eet me hands r eaching smiling sweetly
It's g ood to touch the g reen green g rass of home