Intro : (x2)
The old home town looks the sam e, as I step down the trai n
and there to meet me, is my mama and papa
Down the ro ad, I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold an d lips like cher ries
it's go od to touch the green, green gr ass of home
Y es, t hey'll all come to meet me, arms a-reach ing smiling sweetly
i t's goo d to touch the g reen, g reen gra ss of home
T he old house is still standing, though the pain t is cracked and dry
a nd there's that old oak tree, that I used to play on
D own t he lan e I walk and with m y sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips
l ike cherries
i t's goo d to touch the g reen, g reen gra ss of home
Parlé :
Then I awake and look around me, at the fou r gray walls that surround me
and I realize that I was only dreami ng
For there's a gu ard and there's a sad o ld padre, arm and arm we 'll walk at d aybr eak
again I' ll touch the green, green gr ass of home
Y es, t hey'll all come to see me, in the shade of that old oak tree
A s they lay me 'neath the g reen, g reen gra ss of home
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