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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
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
Tho' 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 of cherries
It's good to touch
the green green grass of home

Then I awake look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre
Arm in arm 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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