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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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly;

 It's 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

 Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary,

hair of gold and lips like cherries.

 It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

And then suddenly I awake and look around me

 at the four gray walls that surround me

 and I realize that I was only dreaming.

 For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre

Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak

 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.