Green, green grass of home
The old home town looks the same
As i step down from the train
And there to meet me
Stood my mama and papa
Down the road i look, and there ran mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Chorus:
Yes, they all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
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
And there’s that old oak tree
That i used to play on
Down the lane i walk with my sweet mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Chorus:
Yes, they all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch
The green, green grass of home
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Then i awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And i realize, yes, i was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak
Again i’ll touch the green, green grass of home
Chorus:
Yes, they all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
‘neath the green, green grass of home
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Wena
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