The old town looks the same

"Green, green grass of home"

The old town
Looks the same
As I step down
From the train
And there to meet me
Is my Mama and 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.

Yes they'll all
Come to meet me
Arm reaching,
Smiling sweetly
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home

The old house
Is still standing
Tho' the paint
Is cracked and dry
And there's
That old oak tree
That I used
To play on.
Down the lane I 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 four grey walls
That surround me
And I realize
That I was only dreaming
For there's a guard
And there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm
We'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch
The green, green grass of home.

Putman

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