The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the lane I look and there runs 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 though the paint is cracked and dry
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 so good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms reached smiling sweetly
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 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 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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