青青家乡草

Green，Green Grass of Home

The old home 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

Arms reaching, smiling sweetly

Oh, 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 I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet 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

Arms reaching, smiling sweetly

Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

[spoken:]

Then I awake and look around me

At four grey wall 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 touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home

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