............... The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train, And there to greet me are my mamma and my poppa; Down the road I look, and there runs Mary, Hair of gold, lips like cherries, Its good to touch the green, green grass of home. CHORUS: Yes, theyll all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin, smilin sweetly, Its good to touch the green, green grass of home, The old house is still standin, Though the paint is cracked and dry, And theres that old oak tree, That I used to play in. Down the lane Ill walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries, Its good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At the four gray walls that surround me, And I realize that I was only dreaming, For theres a guard and a sad old padre, Arm in arm well walk at daybreak, And at last Ill touch the green green grass of home... https://youtube/watch?v=hSajFnkUxQY
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 06:32:01 +0000
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