(Claude Putman, Jr.)
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The old home town looks the same,
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As I step down from the train,
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And there to meet me is my mama and papa
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Down the road I look and there runs Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all be there to meet me,
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All creatures smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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The old house is still standing,
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Though the paint is cracked and dry
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And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on
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Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
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Then I awake and look around me
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Cold gray walls surround me
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And I realize that I was only dreamin'
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There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
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Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
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Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
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In the shadow of that old oak tree
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As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
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Green, Green Grass Of Home
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| Elvis Presley |
