GREEN
Charley Pride Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Green, Green Grass of Home" by Charley Pride tells the story of a man who dreams of returning to his hometown and seeing his family and his childhood love, Mary. He describes the comfort and familiarity of the green grass and the old oak tree that he used to play on as a child. He is greeted by his parents, and Mary comes running down the road to meet him with "hair of gold and lips like cherries." He finds it good to touch the green grass of home, and everyone seems happy to see him.


However, the dream ends abruptly when he wakes up to find himself in prison, surrounded by grey walls and guarded by a sad old padre. He realizes that his dream was only a fantasy and that he won't be able to return home. The green grass will only be a memory, and he will be buried under it when he dies.


The song is a poignant commentary on the longing for home and the bittersweet reality of life. The singer wants to connect with his past, but he can only do so in his imagination. The contrast between the dream and reality underscores the power of the imagination to provide solace and escape. However, it also acknowledges that reality is ultimately what we must face, even if it is harsh or unwelcome.


Line by Line Meaning

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The feeling of returning to one's hometown and seeing the familiar places and faces is comforting and calming.


The old home town looks the same
The town hasn't changed much, if at all, since the singer left it. Everything is familiar.


As I step down from the train
The singer has just arrived in town by train.


And there to meet me is my mamma and pappa
The singer's parents are waiting for him at the train station.


And down the road I look, and there runs Mary
The singer sees a familiar person named Mary running towards him.


Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Mary has beautiful golden hair and cherry-red lips.


Yes, they'll all come to meet me
The singer expects to be welcomed warmly by everyone in town.


Arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly
People will hug him and greet him with smiles on their faces.


The old house is still standing
The singer's childhood home is still there, although it has seen better days.


'Though the paint is cracked and dry
The house has not been well-maintained, and the exterior shows signs of wear and tear.


And there's that old oak tree
An oak tree that the singer used to play on is still standing in the yard.


That I used to play on
The singer has fond memories of playing on the old oak tree.


And down the lane I walk with my why sweet Mary
The singer takes a walk down the street with Mary.


Then I awake, and look around
The singer realizes that the previous scene was just a dream and he is not actually home.


At the grey walls that surround
The singer is in a prison, surrounded by grey walls.


And I realize that I was o-only dreaming
The singer is disappointed to realize that he was only dreaming about going home.


For there's a guard and a there's a sad old padre
The singer is accompanied by a guard and a priest in the prison.


Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
The singer will be escorted to his execution by the guard and the priest.


Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home
The sweet memories of home and the green grass will be the last thing on his mind before he dies and is buried beneath the earth.


Yes, they'll all come to see me
Even in death, the singer believes that he will be reunited with his loved ones from home.


In the shade of that old oak tree
The singer hopes to find solace and comfort in the afterlife, beneath the shade of the old oak tree.


As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
The singer will be laid to rest in his hometown, beneath the very same green grass that he dreamed of touching earlier in the song.




Lyrics Β© Divo TV Private Limited, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Curly Putman

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Pondy Hsu

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 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 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.....



DIAMOND KIVU LIVE TV

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



All comments from YouTube:

MARIE FRENCH

Great version Charley ,my daddy loved to sing this song ,I can remember as a kid .oh how I miss my daddy and now I am gonna miss you too Charley Pride

Sharon

A legend in his own time. I love his music always will. Saw him in the Astrodome way back in the day. Voice like an angel. β˜πŸ‘Ό

shaun patrick

A legend in any time

LuvBorderCollies

Nice version of this song. Personally I like his voice better than all the others who covered it.

Lena Austin

You know you are right. Too bad it was controversial

William Linington

I agree, he owns this song.

Brian Lawrence

@Lone Ranger Not is this case ..

Lone Ranger

All originals are usually better than remakes.

Jean Parker

same here

Eugene Horner

One of the greatest country singer ever.

More Comments

More Versions