The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I cut my name on Down the street I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's so 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 realized,I realized 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 And once 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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