The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
And 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 areaching 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 And 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 areaching smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey 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 that old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green green grass of home
Still listening to this man for Wagner October 21st 2019 boy it sure sounds good he talked about the Green Green Grass of Home traditional country music is this that I listen to it every day God bless Porter thank you for all the good music that you played and still listening today
It was around late March 1968. I was laying in my bunk and this song came on the radio and as I listened I was overwhelmed with the feeling I would never see home again alive. It was my second month in Nam and as a young inexperienced platoon leader the pressure and fear I would let people down was even greater than my fear of death.I broke down and silently cried in the night and let it all go. Things got better after that, I resigned to my fate and determined I would do what had to be done and concentrate on my duties and responsibilities instead of my fears. It's been over 47 years since I first heard that song but it still brings back strong memories of crying in the dark and feeling so overwhelmed...
It's a shame that this would be considered too corny for today's listeners. Because this is like a hymn, a message of compassion and sorrow, and still so beautiful. We've lost something.
I'm his great cousin. Trough my marriage to my husband Tommy Wayne Wagoner. He's my husband's grandpa's nephew. So yeah love his music. Love u coz. r .i.p.
