Jones Tom Green Green Grass Of Home lyrics

The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train
And there to greet me is my mamma and my poppa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold, lips like cherries,
It`s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they`ll all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin`, smilin` sweetly,
It`s good to touch the green, green grass 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 grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
For there`s a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we`ll walk at daybreak,
And at last I`ll touch the green green grass of home
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