• Green Green Grass Of Home
    Lyrics By:
    Music By:

    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

    The old house is still standing
    Though the paint is cracked and dry
    There's the old oak tree that 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 outstretched, smiling sweetly
    When again I touch the green, green grass of home

    I awake and look around me
    At the four gray walls that surround me
    And I realise that I was only dreaming
    For there's the guard and there's the sad old padre
    And arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
    When again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

    Yes they'll all come to see me
    Under the shade of the old oak tree
    When they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home

    Played a few times by the Grateful Dead in 1969-70--in a pretty stright rendition, similar to the original:

user picture
Default Avatar

Member for

17 years

Played a few times by the Grateful Dead in 1969-70--in a pretty stright rendition, similar to the original:

Lyrics By
Curly Putman
Music By
Curly Putman
Lyrics

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

The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
There's the old oak tree that 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 outstretched, smiling sweetly
When again I touch the green, green grass of home

I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realise that I was only dreaming
For there's the guard and there's the sad old padre
And arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
When again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see me
Under the shade of the old oak tree
When they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home