B The old home town looks the same E B As I step down from the train F#7 And there to meet me is my mama and papa B Down the road I look and there runs Mary E Hair of gold and lips like cherries B F#7 B Itʼs good to touch the green green grass of home Yes theyʼll all come to meet me E Arms reaching smiling sweetly B Itʼs good to touch the F#7 B Green green grass of home The old house is still standing E B Though the paint is cracked and dry F#7 And thereʼs that old oak tree that I used to play on B Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary E Hair of gold and lips like cherries B F#7 B Itʼs good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me E B At the four gray walls that surround me F#7 And I realize that I was only dreaming B For thereʼs a guard and thereʼs a sad old padre E Arm and arm weʼll walk at daybreak B F#7 B Again Iʼll touch the green grass of home Yes theyʼll all come to see me E In the shade of that old oak tree B As they lay me beneath F#7 B The green green grass of home
