[00:15.18]The old home town looks the same,
[00:19.71]As I step down from the train
[00:24.54]And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa
[00:34.69]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
[00:40.97]Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
[00:45.30]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[00:54.10]Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms areaching, smiling sweetly,
[00:54.24]
[01:04.90]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[01:13.44]
[01:15.82]The old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dry
[01:25.01]And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.
[01:34.89]Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
[01:41.79]Hair of gold and lips like cherries
[01:45.87]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
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[01:57.32]Then I awake and look around me,
[02:01.83]At the four gray walls that surround me,
[02:06.18]And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
[02:15.73]For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
[02:22.54]Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
[02:27.14]Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
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[02:35.31]Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
[02:46.53]As they lay me neath the green green grass of home