The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
And 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 come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the Green Green Grass Of Home
Yes they'll all come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the Green Green Grass Of Home
