Green Green Grass Of Home

Curly Putman

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mama and papa;

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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.

REFRAIN

Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling 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;

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Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like

cherries

it's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

(spoken) [same progression]

Then I awake and look around me at the four gray 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 and arm we'll walk at daybreak - again I'll touch the green, green

grass of home

FINAL REFRAIN

Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree;

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As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.