Lyrics

• The Old Home Town Looks The Same,

• As I Step Down From The Train,

• And There To Meet Me is My Mamma And Pappa;

• Down The Road I Look, And There Runs Mary,

• Hair Of Gold and Lips Like Cherries,

• It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Gra** Of Home.

• Chorus:

• Yes, They'll All Come To Meet Me,

• Arms reachin', Smilin' Sweetly,

• It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Gra** Of Home.

• The Old House Is Still Standin,

• 'though The Paint Is Cracked And Dry,

• And There's That Old Oak Tree,

• That I Used To Play on.

• Down The Lane I'Ll Walk With My Sweet Mary,

• Hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries,

• It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Gra** Of Home.

• Then I Awake And Look Around Me,

• At Four Gray Walls That Surround Me,

• And I Realize, Yes, 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 Gra** Of Home.

• Chorus:

• Yes, They'll All Come To see Me,

• in the shade of that old oak tree

• as they lay me neath the

• Green Green Gra** Of Home.

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