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
It`s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they`ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It`s good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there`s that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It`s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
For there`s a guard and there`s a sad old padre
On and on we`ll walk at daybreak
Again I`ll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they`ll 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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