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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
Itís good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, theyíll all be there to meet me,
All creatures smiling sweetly
Itís good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And thereís an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane Iíll walk with my sweet mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Itís good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaminí
Thereís a guard and thereís a sad old padre
Arm and arm weíll walk at daybreak
Again Iíll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, theyíll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home