Introduction:
Elvis Presley’s rendition of “Green, Green Grass of Home” is a poignant ballad that has resonated with audiences for decades. Released in 1967, the song quickly became a popular hit, showcasing Presley’s versatility as an artist and his ability to connect with listeners on a deeply emotional level.
Originally penned by Curly Putman Jr. in 1965, the song tells the tale of a prisoner who reflects on his idyllic childhood home and longs to return to its peaceful surroundings. The narrative evokes a sense of nostalgia and longing, as the protagonist yearns for the simpler days of his youth.
Presley’s heartfelt performance of “Green, Green Grass of Home” captures the song’s emotional essence. His rich vocals convey the prisoner’s bittersweet memories and convey a sense of longing and regret. The arrangement, featuring a lush orchestral backdrop, further enhances the song’s emotional impact.
Upon its release, “Green, Green Grass of Home” quickly climbed the charts, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States. The song also topped the UK Singles Chart, solidifying Presley’s status as an international music icon.
“Green, Green Grass of Home” has since become a beloved classic, often associated with themes of nostalgia, homecoming, and the passage of time. Presley’s rendition of the song remains a testament to his enduring legacy and his ability to touch the hearts of listeners across generations.
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Lyrics:
“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 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 homeYes, they’ll all be there to meet me,
All creatures smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there’s an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I’ll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around me
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin’
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 homeYes, they’ll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home