Green, Green Grass of Home Songtext

von Roy Clark

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.

Chorus:
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
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

Chorus

Spoken:
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey walls surrounding me
And I realize yes I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre - arm in arm we walk at daybreak.
Again I 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 leave me 'neath the green green grass of home.
Yes they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green green grass of home.