The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa;
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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.
REFRAIN
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, though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there s that old oak tree that I used to play on;
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Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like
cherries
it s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
(spoken) [same progression]
Then I awake and look around me at the four gray 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 and arm we ll walk at daybreak - again I ll touch the green, green
grass of home
FINAL REFRAIN
Yes, they ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree;
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As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
