Now the old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
Yes, they'll all run to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
the green, green grass of old
Now the old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green,
And I wake and I look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And then I realized that I was
there's a sad old quadrangle
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And again, I'll touch the green,
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old, tree
Yes, they'll all come to see me
Neath the green, green grass of old