The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me Is my Mame and Papa; And down the road I look And there runs Marry, 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 a reaching smiling sweetly. It's good to touch The green green grass of home
The old house is still standing Tho' 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 Marry, 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 grey walls that surround me, And I realize that I was only dreaming, For there's a guard and there's a sad old Padre, arm in arm we'll walk at day break 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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