Green, Green Grass of Home Songtext
von Bobby Bare

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 lane 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 so 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 look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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
Then 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
Again I′ll touch the green, green grass of home


And they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As we lay beneath the green, green grass of home