Green grass of home

(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown 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...

Green, Green Grass Of Home The old home town Still looks the same As I step down from the train There to meet me Is my mama and my papa. Down the road I look And there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips...