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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 my papaDown 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 homeThe old house is still standing

Though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree that I used to play onDown 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 homeYes, they'll all come to see me

Arms reaching, smiling sweetly

It's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around me

To the cold gray walls that surround me

And then I realize I was only dreamingFor there's a guard, and the sad old padre

Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak

Again, I touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see me

In the shade of the old oak tree

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

Songwriters

BACHARACH, BURT F/DAVID, HAL /Published by

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