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
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arm reachin' smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing,