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