Green, Green Grass Of Home Lyrics by Bill Anderson
Album : Out in the Country [Drive Archive] , I Wonder if God Likes Country Music [Fat Boy] , The Best of Bill Anderson [Curb] , By Request [Varese]
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(Curly Putman)

The old hometown 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.

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.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms areaching smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
And 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.

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...
(Curly Putman)      The old hometown 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.      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.      Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms areaching smiling sweetly   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.      Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me   And I realize that I was only dreaming   There's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak   And 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.      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...