Introduction:
Merle Haggard’s “Green, Green Grass of Home” is a classic country song that has resonated with audiences for decades. Released in 1965, the song quickly became a chart-topper and remains a staple of country music radio stations. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its poignant lyrics and Haggard’s heartfelt delivery.
The song tells the story of a prisoner who is about to be executed. As he reflects on his life, he longs to return to his childhood home and the familiar sights and sounds of his youth. The “green, green grass of home” symbolizes a simpler time and a place where he felt safe and loved. The imagery of the old oak tree, the singing birds, and the gentle breeze evoke a sense of nostalgia and peace.
Haggard’s deep, gravelly voice perfectly captures the emotional weight of the lyrics. His delivery is both mournful and hopeful, as he sings of the prisoner’s bittersweet longing for home. The song’s arrangement is simple yet effective, with a driving rhythm and a memorable melody.
“Green, Green Grass of Home” has been covered by numerous artists, including Johnny Cash, Rod Stewart, and Tom Jones. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal and Haggard’s songwriting ability. It continues to touch the hearts of listeners with its poignant message of longing and regret.
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Lyrics:
“Green, Green Grass Of Home”
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 lane 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 so good to touch the green, green grass of home.Yes they’ll all come to meet me arms a reached smiling sweetly
It’s so good to touch the green, green grass of home.Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s that sad old padre
Arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak
And 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…