Green Green Grass of Home
Elvis Presley Lyrics


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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
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

Down the lane I walk and 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 gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and 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

Elvis Presley's song Green Green Grass of Home is a tale of nostalgia for a simpler life and the loss of freedom. The song is about a prisoner who, after being locked up for a long time, has a dream of returning to his hometown, where he is greeted by his loving family and friends. He reminisces about the good old days when he used to play under the old oak tree with his sweetheart, Mary. However, in the end, he realizes that it was all just a dream, and he is still trapped in his prison cell.


The lyrics evoke a sense of longing for the past, for the familiar, and for the things that make us feel alive. The green, green grass of home represents all that is natural, beautiful, and free. The prisoner's dream is a reflection of his desire for freedom, both physical and emotional. The imagery used in the song is striking, with hair like gold and cherries, cracked and dry paint, sad old padre, and the green, green grass of home itself, all of which creates a vivid picture in the listener's mind.


Line by Line Meaning

The old home town looks the same
As I arrive from my journey, I see that my hometown hasn't changed a bit


As I step down from the train
At this moment, I get off the train to finally reach home


And there to meet me is my mama and papa
As I walk out of the station, my mom and dad are waiting for me


Down the road, I look and there runs Mary
As I walk down the road, I see Mary running towards me


Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Mary has gorgeous golden locks and her lips are as red as cherries


It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
It's so refreshing to feel the lush green grass of my hometown


Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Everyone I know will come to meet me


Arms a'reaching, smiling sweetly
They'll have open arms and smiling faces


The old house is still standing
My childhood home remains standing


Though the paint is cracked and dry
But the paint on its walls is peeling and flaky now


And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
And there's the oak tree I spent countless hours playing on in my yard


Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
As I stroll down the lane, Mary walks beside me lovingly


Then I awake and look around me
Suddenly, I wake up and realize it was all just a dream


At four gray walls that surround me
I find myself enclosed by four dull walls


And I realize that I was only dreaming
And then it hits me that my previous happiness was an illusion


For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
I see a guard and an unhappy priest


Arm and arm, we'll walk at daybreak
The next morning the guard and the priest will escort me for execution


Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
I will only be able to touch the green grass of home again when I'm buried under it


Yes, they'll all come to see me
All the people in my life will come to see me dead


In the shade of that old oak tree
My last resting place will be under the old oak tree


As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
As I'm placed in the ground, covered with green grass and soil




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Curly Putman

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@brenforbess1244

Can't nobody sing like Elvis!

@Bonnie_Lou

Nope 👎

@TrickShot93

Wrong elvis could sing like elvis 😂❤♡♡♡

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I can't really argue that statement... 🍺😎👍

@aacoaf1984

The one and only

@kvf_Aotearoanz

Soo So true... love this

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@OHakkinen_

This song makes me feel small

@brendayork3624

So glad Elvis done this song!!! Best version ever sang!!!!

@marionlaurence6018

Agree Brenda - totally amazing......................

@ianbenn9545

Absolutely ❤

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