Green Green Grass of Home Patti Page

[Verse 1]
The old home town looked the same
As he stepped down from the train
And there to meet him was his mama and his papa
Down the road he looked, and there was Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It was good to touch the green, green grass of home

[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all come to meet him
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

[Verse 2]
And the old house was still standing
Though the paint was cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that he used to play on
Down the lane he walked with his sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It was good to touch thе green, green grass of home

[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all comе to meet him
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home