Green Green Grass Of Home

(Curly Putman)



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 lane 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 house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry

There's the 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 so good to touch the green, green grass of home.



Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areached smiling sweetly

It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home.



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Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me

And I realized that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

And 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...