The old hometown 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 comes 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 that i used to play on

And 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

Lord it's so good to touch the green green grass of home





Then i awake and look around me at four 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

Once again i'll 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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