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Green Green Grass of Home 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 Its good to touch the green green,grass of home Yes,theyll all come to meet me arms reaching sweeting Its good to touch the green green,grass fo home The old house is still standing though the paint is cricket and dry And theres that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with Mary Hair of gold and lips like cheries Its 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 yes I was only dreaming Theres a guard,and theres a sad old padre Arm and arm well walk at day break Again Ill touch the green green,grass of home Yes,theyll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath 故乡的青青绿草 我走下火车 古老的故乡依然如昨 | 
