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(It's good to touch the green green grass of home)

The old hometown looked the same
As he stepped down from the train
There to meet him were his mama and papa
And down the lane she runs she's his Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dried
There's that old oak tree the way he used to play on
Down the lane he walks with his sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

(Yes they all went to meet him arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home)

Then he awakes and looks around him
At the grey walls that surround him
Then he realized that he was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Together they will walk at daybreak
And again he'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet him in the shade of that old oak tree



As they lay him neath the green green grass of home

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