Green, Green Grass Of Home

(Curly Putman)



(It's so good to touch the 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

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 areaching and 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 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

To the four grey walls that surround me

And I realize 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...