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| | | Green Green Grass of Home
Dolly Parton Kenny Rogers
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 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 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 reaching, smiling sweetly.
It¡¯s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall 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 daybreak.
Again I 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
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