The Old HometownAnd down the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they will all come to meet meOn their chair, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old house is still standingThough the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's that old oak tree I used to play onDown the lane I walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they will all come to meet meOn their chair, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I wake and look around meAt the grey walls that surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreamingFor there's a garden and there's a sad old countryArm in arm we'll walk at daybreak againI'll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they will all come to see meOn the chair of that old oak treeAs they lay beneath the green, green grass of home