Intro : E E4 (x2)
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The old home town looks the same, as I step down the train
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and there to meet me, is my mama and 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 a-reaching smiling sweetly
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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
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and there's that old oak tree, that I used to play on
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Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips
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like cherries
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it's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Then I awake and look around me, at the four gray walls that surround me
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and I realize that I was only dreaming
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For 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 that old oak tree
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As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
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