“Green Green Grass of Home” is a song performed by Welsh singer Tom Jones, released in 1966. The song became one of Jones’s biggest hits and remains a classic in his repertoire.

About The Song

The lyrics of “Green Green Grass of Home” tell the story of a man who returns to his hometown and reminisces about the familiar sights and people from his past. As the song progresses, it is revealed that his return is only a dream, and he is actually a prisoner facing execution, longing for the peace and comfort of his home one last time.

Musically, the song is a country ballad with a poignant and nostalgic tone. Tom Jones’s powerful and emotive vocal delivery brings the story to life, capturing the longing and sorrow of the narrator. The song features a simple yet effective arrangement, with gentle guitar strumming and a melody that complements the reflective nature of the lyrics.

“Green Green Grass of Home” was a commercial success, reaching the top of the charts in several countries, including the UK, where it became one of Tom Jones’s signature songs. The song has been covered by numerous artists over the years, but Tom Jones’s version remains the most well-known and beloved.

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Lyric

The old hometown 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
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad, old padre
On and on, 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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