The Flying Burrito Brothers - Green, Green Gra** Of Home lyrics

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.