Putman Jr.
The old home town looks the same since I step down from the train
And there to meet me was my mama and papa
Down the lane I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home.
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the 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 gra** of home.
And they'll all come to see me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green gra** of home.
Then I awake and look around me at the cold gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
'Cause there stands the guard and a sad old padre and arm and arm they'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the green, green gra** of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me by the shade of the old oak tree
And they lay me meet the green, green gra** of home.