Intro:G,,,,,,,
The old home town looks the same,
as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my mama and papa,
down the road I look and there runs Mary,
Hm
hair of gold and lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green green grass of home.
Yes they all come to meet me,
out reaching, smileying sweetly,
it's good to touch the green green grass of home.