The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to greet me are my mama and my papa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold, lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

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Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin, smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standin'
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Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
That I used to play in
Down the lane I'll 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 the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming,
For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
Again I 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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