Green, Green Grass of Home Lyrics 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 Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green, grass of home The old house is still standing Tho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's that 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 meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [Spoken:] Then I awake and look around me At the four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, 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 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
"Green, Green Grass of Home" is a classic folk/country staple that resonates deeply when performed as an acoustic guitar piece. Its storytelling quality and comforting melody make it an excellent choice for a reflective moment in your set, particularly in seaside restaurants or cafés where audiences appreciate traditional, grounded acoustic music. Transpose "Green, Green Grass of Home" to your preferred key using the player and save it as a reliable, nostalgic addition to your performance repertoire.
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