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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, uh huh, oh yeah
The whole old town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me was my mama and my 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
The whole house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the old oak tree where I used to play
Down the lane I went with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
As I awake and look around me
Those four grey walls that surround me
Yes, then I realize I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
On and on we walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Down the lane I went with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Down the lane I went with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they all come to meet me
Smiling sweetly, oh yeah
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home