[00:15.68]The old home town looks the same,
[00:20.21]As I step down from the train
[00:25.04]And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa
[00:35.19]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
[00:41.47]Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
[00:45.80]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[00:54.74]
[00:54.60]Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly,
[01:05.40]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[01:13.94]
[01:16.32]The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry
[01:25.51]And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.
[01:35.39]Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
[01:42.29]Hair of gold and lips like cherries
[01:46.37]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
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[01:57.82]Then I awake and look around me,
[02:02.33]At the four gray walls that surround me,
[02:06.68]And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
[02:16.23]For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
[02:23.04]Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
[02:27.64]Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
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[02:35.81]Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
[02:47.03]As they lay me neath the green green grass of home