Where the old town 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've all come to meet me
Arms are reached, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green,
Where 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,
Yes, they've all come to meet me
Arms reached, smiling, sweeping
Oh, it's good to touch the green,
Then I awake and look around me
At these four grey walls that surround me
There's a car and a sad old padre
And on and on we'll walk at midnight
And again I'll touch the green,
Yeah, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
Where they may hear me kneel
The green, green grass of home
Yeah, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
When again, I'll touch the green,