[Ab] The old home town looks the same
As I [C#] step down from the [Ab] train
And there to meet me is my mama and [Eb7] papa
Down the [Ab] road I look and there runs Mary
[C#] air of gold and lips like [Cm] cherries
It's [Ab] good to touch the [Eb7] green, green grass of [Ab] home.
[Ab] Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms [C#] a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's [Ab] good to touch the [Eb7] green, green grass of [Ab] home
The old [Ab] house is still standing
Though the [C#] paint is cracked and [Ab] dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to [Eb7] play on
Down the [Ab] lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
[C#] Bair of gold and lips like [Cm] cherries
It's [Ab] good to touch the [Eb7] green, green grass of [Ab] home
Speaking: [Ab] And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the [C#] four gray walls that [Ab] surround me
and I realize that I was only [Eb7] dreaming
For there's a [Ab] guard and there's a sad old padre
[C#] Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
[Ab] again I'll touch the green, [Eb7] green grass of [Ab] home
[Ab] Yes, they'll all come to see me in the [C#] shade of that old oak tree;
As [Ab] they lay me 'neath the [Eb7] green, green grass of [C#] [Ab] home.