About the song
Let’s delve into the soothing melodies of folk music with “The Green Green Grass of Home” by the renowned Joan Baez. This timeless ballad invites listeners on a journey through nostalgia and longing, evoking memories of home and belonging.
Originally written by Claude “Curly” Putman Jr. and first recorded by Porter Wagoner in 1965, “The Green Green Grass of Home” gained widespread recognition when Joan Baez included it on her 1969 album “David’s Album.” Baez’s emotive vocals and heartfelt interpretation breathed new life into the song, earning it a special place in the hearts of listeners around the world.
Despite its origins in country music, “The Green Green Grass of Home” transcends genres to become a universal anthem for the longing for home and the passage of time. Baez’s tender delivery and poignant storytelling transport listeners to a world of rolling hills and familiar faces, where the memories of home linger like a gentle breeze.
Upon its release, “The Green Green Grass of Home” resonated deeply with audiences, earning critical acclaim and reaching number 48 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Its heartfelt lyrics and haunting melody struck a chord with listeners, solidifying its place as a beloved classic in the folk music canon.
Decades after its release, “The Green Green Grass of Home” continues to captivate audiences with its timeless appeal and universal themes. Its message of home and belonging serves as a comforting reminder of the importance of roots and community in an ever-changing world.
So, if you’re in the mood for a musical journey through the verdant landscapes of home and memory, look no further than Joan Baez’s enchanting rendition of “The Green Green Grass of Home.” Let its soothing melody and evocative lyrics transport you to a place of warmth and familiarity, where the green grass of home beckons like an old friend.
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Lyrics
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look and there comes 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
Tho’ the paint is cracked and dry
And there’s that 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 good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I wake and look around me
To the cold gray wall that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
There’s the guard and the sad old padre
Arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, we’ll all be together in the shade of the old oak tree
When we meet beneath the green, green grass of home