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AIt's gDood to touch the gAreen, green grass of hDome.
DThe old home town looks the same
as I Gstep down from the tDrain
And there to meet me is my mama and Apapa A7
Down the rDoad I look and there runs Mary,
Ghair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's gDood to touch the gAreen, green grass of Dhome.
DYes,they'll all come to meet me arms aG-reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's gDood to touch the gAreen, green grass of hDome.
The old Dhouse is still standing, though the pGaint is cracked and Ddry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to Aplay onA7
Down the lDane I walk and with my sweet Mary,
Ghair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's gDood to touch the gAreen, green grass of Dhome.
SPOKEN VERSE
DAnd then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the fGour gray walls that sDurround me
and I realize that I was only dAreaming.
For there's a gDuard and there's a sad old padre
GArm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
aDgain I'll touch the green, gAreen grass of Dhome
FINAL REFRAIN / VOCALS
DYes, they'll all come to see me in the sGhade of that old oak tree;
As tDhey lay me 'neath the gAreen, green grass of Ghome.D
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