[G]reen [G]reen [G]rass of Home

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The old home town looks the same
as I step down from the train
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and there to meet me is my mama and my papa
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down the road I look and there runs Mary
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 reaching, smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home

(2)
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The old house is still standing
though the paint is cracked and dry
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And there’s the old oak tree that I used to play on
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down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
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 reaching, smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home

(3)
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Then I awake and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
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and I realize I was only dreamin
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there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
arm and 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 an old oak tree
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As they lay me neath the green green grass of home