Green, Green Grass of Home (Infidels outtake) Lyrics

Bob Dylan

Now the old 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

Yeah, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
Again I′ll 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 gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we′ll walk at daybreak
Again I′ll touch the green, green grass of home

Yeah, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It′s good to touch the green, green grass of home

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