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The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
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And there to meet me was my Mamma and Papa,
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And down the road I look and there runs Mary,
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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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Oh, they'll all come to meet me, hands stretched and smiling sweetly.
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It's so 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 that old oak tree that I used to play on.
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And down the lane I walked with my sweet Mary,
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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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Then I awake and look around me at the gray walls that surround me,
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Then I realize that I was only dreaming.
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For there's the guard and the sad old padre,
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When arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
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And once again I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
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Yes, they'll all come to see me 'neath the shade of that old oak tree,
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When they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
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