Green Green Grass Of Home

(álbum: Gentle On My Mind - 1968)

The old home town looked the same
As he stepped down from the train
And there to meet him was his mamma and his poppa
Down the road he looked, and there was Mary
Hair of gold, and lips like cherries
It was good to touch the green, green grass of home

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

And the old house was still standin
Though the paint was cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that he used to play on
Down the lane he walked with his sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Was good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet you
Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then he awoke and looked around him
At the four gray walls that surround him
And he realized that he was only dreaming
Only dreaming
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
And arm in arm they'll all walk at daybreak
Where once again he'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see him
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay him 'neath the green, green grass of home
(The green, green grass of home)