Lyrics - Green Green Grass Of Home by Putman Curly

GREEN
GREEN
GRASS
OF
HOMEThe 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.
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
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 reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.(spoken:)
Then
I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround meand
I realize that
I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre - arm in arm we'll walkat 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 lay me neath the green, green grass of home. -
Curly
Putman

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