輕聲不細羽

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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 Ma-ma and Pa-pa;
And 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.
The old home is still standing tho'
The paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
hair of goldand lips like cherries,
It's good to torch the green green grass of home.
Then I awake and look arornd me
at the grey walls htat surround me,
And I realizejthat I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
arm in arm we'll walk at day break
Again I'll torch 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