Green, Green Grass Of Home
The old hometown 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 comes Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly
It's so 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 and down the lane
I'd 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've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly
Lord, it's so good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me at four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming, for there's a guard
And there's a sad old padre arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
Once 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
And there to meet me is my mama and papa, down the road I look
And there comes Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly
It's so 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 and down the lane
I'd 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've all come to meet me, arms areaching, smiling sweetly
Lord, it's so good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me at four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming, for there's a guard
And there's a sad old padre arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
Once 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
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Writer(s): Curly Putman
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