Lyrics: Curly Putman
Music: Curly Putman
Played a few times by the Grateful Dead in 1969-70
--in a pretty straight rendition, similar to the original:
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
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
There's the 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
Arms outstretched, smiling sweetly
When again I touch the green, green grass of home
I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realise that I was only dreaming
For there's the guard and there's the sad old padre
And arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
When again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to see me
Under the shade of the old oak tree
When they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home