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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.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho the paint is cracked and dry,

And theres that old oak tree I used to play on.



Down the lane I walk with my sweet mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.



[spoken:]



Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me

And I realize that I was only dreaming.

For theres a guard and theres a sad old padre -

Arm in arm well walk at daybreak.

Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home

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.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho the paint is cracked and dry,

And theres that old oak tree I used to play on.



Down the lane I walk with my sweet mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

Its good to touch the green, green grass of home.



[spoken:]



Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me

And I realize that I was only dreaming.

For theres a guard and theres a sad old padre -

Arm in arm well walk at daybreak.

Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, theyll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home

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