The Green Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same
- 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'll all come to meet me arms reaching smiling sweetly
- 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 that 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
- Then I awake and look around me
- At four grey walls that surround me
- And I realize yes 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 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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