The old hometown 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 areaching smiling sweetly Its good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry And theres that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk and there Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries Its good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake look around me at the grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming Theres a guard and theres that sad old padre arm in arm well walk at daybreak Again Ill touch Ill 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 homeYou might also like
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