Green Green Grass of Hom Songtext
von Elvis Presley

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 road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
It′s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reachin′, smiling sweetly
Oh, 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


Yeah, down the lane I′ll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
It′s good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reachin′, smiling sweetly
Oh, 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 I was only dreamin′

There's a guard and there′s a 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 tree
As I lay me in the green, green grass of home