Elvis Presley - Green, Green Grass Of Home Lyrics
(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 papaDown the road I look and there runs maryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIts good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, theyll all be there to meet me,All creatures smiling sweetlyIts good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dryAnd theres an old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane Ill walk with my sweet maryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIts good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around meCold gray walls surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreaminTheres a guard and theres a sad old padreArm and arm well walk at daybreakAgain Ill touch the green, green grass of homeYes, theyll all be there to meet meIn the shadow of that old oak treeAs they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home