Elvis Presley’s Emotional Odyssey: The Story Behind ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’
Introduction:
“Elvis Presley – Green, Green Grass of Home” is an emotive ballad that takes us on a journey through the emotional depth of the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. Sung by the legendary Elvis Presley, this song from 1967 is a poignant showcase of his ability to connect with the hearts of his listeners.
Did You Know?
👑 Elvis Presley: Elvis Presley, known as “The King,” was an American icon celebrated for his transformative contributions to the music industry. He redefined the rock ‘n’ roll genre by infusing elements of rhythm and blues, country, and gospel into a unique sound. Elvis’s charismatic performances and unparalleled voice made him a global sensation, leaving an indelible mark on music and pop culture.
🎶 “Green, Green Grass of Home”: Originally written by Claude “Curly” Putman Jr., “Green, Green Grass of Home” was recorded by Elvis in 1967. This song is celebrated for its emotional depth, touching lyrics, and Elvis’s soulful interpretation. It tells the story of a prisoner yearning to return home and see the familiar green grass.
🌟 Emotional Connection: “Green, Green Grass of Home” is cherished by fans as one of Elvis’s most moving songs. It showcases his vocal prowess and his unique ability to convey deep emotions through his music.
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Lyrics
"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 mama and 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 be there to meet me,
All creatures 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 an old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'll 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
Cold gray walls surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me
In the shadow of that old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Barbara Desetto