(words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.)
GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
The 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 greet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
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`ll 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
Then I awake, and look around me
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize, that I was only dreamin`
For there`s a guard and there`s that 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
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