Green, Green Grass Of Home by Curly Putnam "This song has been recorded approximately 200 times, and has been my biggest hit so far. It has sold some 8-10 million records. I'll have to say this, I needed it bad. I wrote it in 1965 after I moved to Nashville. I was trying pretty hard at that time to write anything commercial. I suppose it took two hours to finish the song when I sat down to write it. Those two hours have become two of the most profitable hours I have ever spent. —Curly Putnam Green, Green Grass Of Home 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, 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 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, in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home. When I awake and look around me at four grey walls that surround me 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 day break Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home. Buy the song Green, Green Grass Of Home