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Introduction

There’s something about “Green, Green Grass of Home” that tugs at your heartstrings in a way few songs can. It’s like a bittersweet homecoming that unfolds in slow motion, each word drenched in nostalgia, longing, and heartbreak. Whether it’s the haunting melody or the story it tells, this song has a way of making you pause, reflect, and maybe even shed a tear.

Originally written by Curly Putman in 1964, this timeless classic found its most iconic voice in Tom Jones, who recorded it in 1966. From the very first lines, the song feels like a warm embrace: “The old home town looks the same, as I step down from the train…” You can almost see the imagery—the winding roads, the welcoming faces, the deep connection to a place that feels like part of your soul.

But here’s the genius of the song: just when you think it’s a simple ode to home, it hits you with a twist. That homecoming? It’s not real. It’s the daydream of a man facing his last moments, yearning for the comfort of familiarity as he sits in his prison cell. Suddenly, the song takes on a whole new weight. The green grass, the shade of the oak tree, the love of family—it all becomes a symbol of everything he’s lost, everything he can never truly return to.

And yet, it’s not all tragedy. There’s an incredible sense of humanity here, a reminder of how deeply we’re tied to our roots, no matter where life takes us. It’s why the song has been covered by so many artists, from Johnny Cash to Elvis Presley, each one putting their own emotional spin on it.

“Green, Green Grass of Home” is more than a song—it’s a story, a confession, and a longing that’s as universal as it is personal. It’s the kind of tune you play when you’re far from home, missing the simple joys of the past, or just trying to make peace with life’s bittersweet moments

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Lyrics

It’s good to touch the 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 mamma and pappa
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 a-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
And down the lane I walk with my why 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 a-reaching, smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake, and look around
At the grey walls that surround
And I realize that I was o-only dreaming
For there’s a guard and a 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

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