Green, Green Grass of Home 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'll all be there to meet me, All creatures smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing, ...