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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 my
Papa.
Down the lane I look and there comes Mary
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
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 the 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.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms
reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass
of home.
Then I awake and look around me, to the
cold clay wall that surround me
Then I realize that I was only dreaming.
There's a guard and sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of
home.
Yes, we'll all be together in the shade of
the old oak tree
when we meet beneath the green, green grass
of home.
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