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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 greet me ... arms reaching, 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 Ill walk ... with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Its good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to meet me ... arms reaching smiling sweetly
Its 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, that I was only dreamin
For theres a guard and theres that sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll 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