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♡ (Prelude) ♡ 0003
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 a 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
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
arms a reaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me
At the all 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 day-break
Again I'll 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.
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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