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...