The old hometown looks the same
as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
A pair of golden lips like cherries,
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,
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green,
Then I'll wake and look around me
And then I realize I was only dreaming
Oh, there's a garden, a sad old partridge,
Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak again,
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old tree,
the green, green grass of
This next song was written by a man
right here in Folsom Prison.
And last night was the first time
I've ever sung this song.
Anyway, this song was written by
our friend Glenn Shirley,
and hope we do your song justice,