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The old home town looks the same since I step down from the train |
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And there to meet me was my mama and papa |
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Down the lane I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries |
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. |
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The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry |
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And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on |
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Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries |
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. |
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And they'll all come to see me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly |
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. |
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Then I awake and look around me at the cold gray walls that surround me |
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And I realize that I was only dreamin' |
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'Cause there stands the guard and a sad old padre and arm and arm they'll walk at daybreak |
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And again I'll touch the green, green grass of home. |
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Yes, they'll all come to see me by the shade of the old oak tree |
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And they lay me meet the green, green grass of home. |
