Imagine a tune that instantly transports you to a place of comfort and nostalgia, wrapping you in a warm, familiar embrace. That’s exactly what “Green, Green Grass of Home” by Tom Jones does. Released in 1966, this song is like a heartfelt letter from home, full of yearning and emotional depth.
The song paints a vivid picture of a man longing to return to his hometown after a long period away. It’s not just about the physical journey, but also about the emotional pull of one’s roots. The lyrics are simple yet powerful, capturing the essence of what it means to be homesick and the relief of finally coming home. The lush imagery of the “green, green grass” serves as a metaphor for comfort, peace, and a place where everything feels right.
What makes this song stand out is Tom Jones’s delivery. His voice carries a blend of melancholy and hope, making every note resonate with authenticity. The song’s orchestration adds to its timeless quality, creating a rich, full sound that’s both soothing and stirring. Whether you’re familiar with it or hearing it for the first time, “Green, Green Grass of Home” has a way of connecting deeply with anyone who has ever missed a place they love.
So next time you hear this classic, let it take you on a journey to that special place in your heart, where the grass is always green, and home feels just a little bit closer
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Lyrics
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