Lyrics for Green, Green Grass Of Home by JOHNNY CASH:
| | | Artist: | JOHNNY CASH |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Green, Green Grass Of Home | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 85 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like
cherries.
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 the old oak tree that I used to
play on.
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
see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of
home.
Then 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 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 the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the
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