Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green, Green Grass Of Home, artist - Conway Twitty. Album song Sings, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 31.12.1965
Record label: An MCA Nashville Release;
Song language: English
Green, Green Grass Of Home |
| The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train |
| And there to meet me is my mama and papa |
| And 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 |
| Yes they’ll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly |
| 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 And 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 areaching smiling sweetly |
| It’s good to touch the green green grass of home |
| Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming |
| For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre arm in 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 oak tree |
| As they lay me neath the green green grass of home |