Green Green grass of Home 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 It's good to touch The green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch The green green grass of home. Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walked with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch The green green grass of home There's four grey walls that surround me Then I realised, that I'd only been dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre On and on we'll walk at day break Then again I'll touch The green green grass of home. Yes they'll all come to see me 'neath the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath The green green grass of home
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