(words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.)
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,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there´s an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I´ll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me

Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin´
There´s a guard and there´s a sad old padre
Arm and arm we´ll walk at daybreak
Again I´ll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they´ll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home