The old home town looks the same
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As I step down from the train
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And there to meet me is my mama and papa
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Down the road I look and there comes Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
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Arms reaching smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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The old house is still standing
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Though the paint is cracked and dry
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And there's that old oak tree I used to play on
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Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all come to meet me
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Arms reaching smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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The old home town looks the same
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As I step down from the train
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And there to meet me is my mama and papa
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Down the road I look and there comes Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all come to meet me
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In the shade of the old oak tree
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As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Green Green Grass Of Home
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| Katherine Jenkins |
