The Old Hometown And there to meet me is my mama and my 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 see me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of 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 Yes, they'll all come to see me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me To the cold, gray walls that surround me
And then I realize I was only dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre Arm in arm I'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 the old tree as they lay me Neath the green, green grass of home Home