GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME (words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.)
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me, is my Mama and my 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 Oh 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 Yeah 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 Oh it's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake, and I look around me At four gray walls that surround me And I realize, I was only dreamin' 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
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
