G
The old home town looks the same
C G
As I step down from the train
D7
And there to meet me is my mamma and my papa
G G7
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
C
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
G D7 G
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
G
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
C
Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
G D7 G
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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.
D
And then suddenly I awake and look around me
G D
At the four grey walls that surround me
A
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
D
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
G
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
D A D
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree
D A G D
as they lay me, 'neath the green green grass of home.
