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The old home town looks the same, |
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As I step down from the train |
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And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa |
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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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Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly, |
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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 that old oak tree, That I used to play on. |
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Down the lane I'll walk 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, |
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At the four gray walls that surround me, |
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And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming, |
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For there's a guard and a sad old padre, |
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Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak, |
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Again I'll touch the green green grass of home |
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Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree |
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As they lay me neath the green green grass of home |
