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Our old home town was the same
As I stepped down from the train
There to meet me was my mama and papa
Down the lane and there came Mary
Her hair is gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
They'll all come to meet me
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Our old church house is still standing
Though the paint's cracked and dried
There's that old graveyard where many friends are resting
One by one they've gone before me
They're waiting now in heaven's glory
How I long to touch the green, green grass of home
They'll all come to meet me
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly
How I long to touch the green grass of home