Key: D
Introduction:
D
The old home town looks the same
G D
as I step down from the train
A
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
D
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
G
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
D A D
It' s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
D G
Yes,they' ll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
D A D
It' s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
D G D
The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry,
A
And there' s that old oak tree that I used to play on
D
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary,
G
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
D A D
It' s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
D
And then suddenly I awake and look around me
G D
at the four gray walls that surround me
A
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
D
For there' s a guard and there' s a sad old padre
G
Arm and arm we' ll walk at daybreak
D A D
again I' ll touch the green, green grass of home
D G
Yes, they' ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
D A G D
As they lay me ' neath the green, green grass of home.