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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
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk and 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 four gray 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 and arm, we'll walk at daybreak
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
- Album:
- At Christmas
- Miscellaneous
- Dino: The Essential Dean Martin
- Amore
- 100 Hits Legends
- Christmas With The Rat Pack
- Memories Are Made of This
- Spotlight on Dean Martin
- The Great Dean Martin
- My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
- I Take a Lot of Pride In What I Am
- Young & Foolish
- Gentle On My Mind
- Happiness Is Dean Martin
- The Hit Sound Of Dean Martin
- Dean Martin Sings Songs From "The Silencers"
- The Dean Martin Christmas Album
- Happy in Love
- Houston
- The Lush Years