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' 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 Mary,
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 four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I 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 homeThe 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' 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 Mary,
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 four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I 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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