[Intro]
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[Verses]
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 all come to meet me,
out reaching, smileying sweetly,
it s good to touch the green green grass of home.
