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
its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home

yes, Theyve All Come To Meet Me,
arm Reachin Smiling Sweetly
its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home

the Old House Is Still Standing,
though The Paint Is Cracked And Dry
and Theres That Old Oak Tree That I Used To Play On
down The Lane Ill Walk With My Sweet Mary
hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries
its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home

then I Awake And Look Around Me
at Four Gray Walls That Surround Me
and I Realize Yes, I Was Only Dreamin
theres A Guard And Theres A Sad Old Padre
arm And Arm Well Walk At Daybreak
again Ill Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home

yes, Theyll All Come To See Me
in The Shade Of That Old Oak Tree
as They Lay Me Beneath The Green, Green Grass Of Home