Green Green Grass of Home

(Curly Putman)



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



The ol' hometown looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mama and my papa

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.



Yes they'll all come to meet me

Arms a reachin' smilin' sweetly

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.



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

And I realize that I've just been dreamin'

For there's a guard and there's a sad ole padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

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...