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Memories
The old home town looks the same 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.
The old house is still standing tho' 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.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
[Spoken]
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that 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 touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll 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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as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
[Spoken]
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.
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
and there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
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