The old home town lookes 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 comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It‘s good to touch the green, green gras of home
Yes, they‘ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
Oh, it's good to touch the green, green gras of home
The old house is still standing,
tho‘ the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the 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
It‘s good to touch the green, green gras of home
And then I awake und look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And then I realize, that I was only dreaming
For there‘s stands the guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk till daybreak
It's good to touch the green, green gras of home
Yes, they‘ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
Oh, it‘s good to touch the green, green gras of home

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