1. Strophe: The Old Home Town Looks The Same, As I Step Down From The Train, And There To Meet Me Is My Mama And My Papa. Down The Road I Look, And There Comes Mary, Hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries. It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home. 2. Strophe: The Old House Is Still Standing, Though The Paint Is Cracked And Dry, And There's The 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. 3. Strophe: Yes, They'll All Come To See Me, Arms Reaching, Smiling Sweetly. It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home. 4. Strophe: Then I Awake And Look Around Me, At The Four Gray Walls That Surround Me, And I Realize That I Was Only Dreaming. For There's A Guard, And There's A Sad Old Padre, Arm In Arm, We'll Walk At Daybreak. Again, I'll Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home. 5. Strophe: Yes, They'll All Come To See Me In The Shade Of The Old Oak Tree, As They Lay Me 'neath The Green, Green Grass Of Home.