Notes & Combos
- The old hometown 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
- Though 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 walls that surround me
- And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
- For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre
- On and on, we'll walk at daybreak
- Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home
- Yes, they'll all come to see me
- In the shade of that old oak tree
- As they lay me
- 'Neath the green, green grass of home