The old home town
looks the same,
as I step down
from the train
And there to meet me
is my mama and my 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 reachin' smiling sweetly
Oh 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 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 see me
In the shade of
that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green,
green grass of home


e at all?

Here's to you
raise a glass for everyone
Here's to them
underneath that burning sun
Do they know
it's Christmastime at all?

Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world  
Let them know
it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know
it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know
it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know
it's Christmastime again


ing a ring
 And ding a dong
 I ding a dong
 I ding so long
 Where you go baby
 I wanna see but never see
 I ring a ring
 And ding a dong
 I ding a dong
 I ding so long 
 Ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Da ding da ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Da ding da ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong 
 Where she go do you know
 I really want to see her
 When will she
 come back home
 I'm so tried to ding dong
 Ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Da ding da ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong
 Da ding da ding ding dong
 Da da ding ding dong 
 Where she go do you know
 I really want to see her
 When will she
 come back home
 I'm so tried to ding dong
Get up
You give some more
Get up ding dong...[start]../song/8/8415.MID[stop]