The Old Hometown
The old hometown looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me
Is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
a hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to see the green,
green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me on the region, 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 that old, old, old tree
That I used to play on
Down the lane
I wandered with my sweet Mary,
a hair of gold, lips like cherries,
it's good to touch the green,
green grass of the fall.
Then I waved and looked around
at the cold gray walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
Boy, there's a God
and there's a sad old Padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And I'll touch the green,
green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come
to see me in the shade
Of that old oak tree as they lay beneath
The green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to
stay in the shade of
That old oak tree as they lay beneath
The green, green grassland home