Green Green Grass Of Home
The old hometown looks the same
- The old hometown looks the same
- As I step down from the train
- And there to meet me is my mama and papa
- And 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've all come to meet me
- Arms reaching smiling sweetly
- It's so 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 I used to play on
- Down the lane I'd 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've all come to meet me
- Arms reaching smiling sweetly
- It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
- Then I awake and look around me
- At the gray walls that surround me
- And I realized that 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'll touch the green green grass of home
- Yes they'll all come to see me
- The shade of that old oak tree
- As they lay me neath the green green grass of home
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