THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME

THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Letra de J. Curly Putnam
Musica de J. Curly Putnam

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
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. 

Coro:

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home 

The old house is still standing
Tho' 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.

Coro: 

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, 
and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch
The green, green grass of home. 

Coro:

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.