Green Green Grass of Home Songtext
von Bill Anderson

The old hometown 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
And there's that 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 reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green, grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And 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 and 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

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