J. Putman:

GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME

1.	The old home town looks so 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

Ch.	Yes they’ll all come to see me Arms reaching smiling sweetly It’s good to touch the green green grass of home

2.	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 walked with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It’s good to touch the green green grass of home

Ch.

3.	Then I awake and look around me There’s four grey walls that surround me Then I realised, realised that, that I’d only been dreaming For there’s a garden and there’s a sad old park grave Arm in arm we’ll walk at day break Then again I’ll touch the green green grass of home

Ch.	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