The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And down the road I look and there runs Mary

her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.

Yes they've all come to meet me
arms reaching smiling sweetly
It's so 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'd walk with my sweet Mary
her golden lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
Yes they've all come