Green, Green Grass Of Home

[Claude "Curly" Putman Jr]

Infidels session 17, The Power Station, NYC - 2.may.1983  

Now the old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
There to meet me is my mama and my 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
I guess i touch the green, green, grass of home.

Now the old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And that old oak tree the one I used to play on.
Down the road 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
Four grey walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and 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 meet me
Underneath it, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.