Green green grass of home
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The old home town looks the same
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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 loko and there runs Mary
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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, hands reaching, smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home
The old hous is still standing
though the paint is cracked and dry
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
Then I awake and look arounde
four gray walls that surround me
and I realize I as only dreaming
for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
again I touch the green green grass of home