Green Green Grass of Home Songtext

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The old home town looked the same,
As he stepped down from the train,
And there to meet him was his mamma and his poppa;
Down the road he looked, and there was Mary,
Hair of gold, and lips like cherries,
It was good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet you,
Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home,

The old house was still standin,
'Though the paint ws cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree,
That he used to play on.
Down the lane he walked with his sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries,
Was good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet you,
Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home,

Then he awoke and looked around him,
At the four gray walls that surround him,
And he realized that he was only dreaming, only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
And arm in arm they'll all walk at daybreak,
Where once again he'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes they'll all come to see him
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay him 'neath the green, green grass of home.