The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green,
Yes, they've all come to meet me,
arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green,
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
hair of gold and lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green,
Then I awoke and look around me
realized that I'd only been dreaming
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Then again I'll touch the green,
Yes, they'll all come to see me
Neath the shade of that old oak tree
Need the green, green grass up home