D
the old home town looks the same
G D
as i step down from the train
A
and there to meet me is my mama and papa
D
down the road i look and there runs mary ,
G
hair of gold and lips like cherries .
D A D
it’s good to touch the green , green grass of home .

D G
yes , they’ll all come to meet me arms A – reaching , smiling sweetly;
D A D
it’s good to touch the green , green grass of home .

D G D
the old house is still standing , though the paint is cracked and dry ,
A
and there’s that old oak tree that i used to play on
D
down the lane i walk and with my sweet mary ,
G
hair of gold and lips like cherries .
D A D
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 gray walls that surround me
A
and i realize that 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

D G
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 .