Green Green Grass Of Home


The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to greet me are my mamma and my poppa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold, lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

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Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standin
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
That I used to play in
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

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Then I awake and look around me
At the four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home

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