Green Green Grass of Home - Elvis Presley

 Strophe)

The old home town 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 

 

Refrain) 

Yes, they´ll all come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly 

It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home 

 

Strophe)

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 and with my sweet Mary 

hair of gold and lips like cherries 

It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home

 

Bridge) 

And then suddenldy I awake and look around me 

at the four gray 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 and arm we´ll walk at daybreak 

again I´ll touch the green, green grass of home 

 

Refrain) 

Yes, they´ll all come to meet me arms a reaching smiling sweetly 

It´s good to touch the green, green grass of home