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 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 with my serrt Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries, its good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me and I realize that I was only dreaming For theres a guard and theres a sad old padre Arm and arm well walk at daybreak again 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 home
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