Memory Trigger 9. Green Green Grass Of Home.

My sister Padmini, out of the blue sent this clip on whatsapp to our family group. She of course knows that her three brothers love this song but perhaps did not know another side to the story which I shared with her and all the others in the family.

Before I proceed with my story let us look at the lyrics for those who do not know them.

“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 come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
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 awake and look around me, at the four grey walls that surround me
and I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre –
arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak.
Again I 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.

This song was a favourite of mine as well as my late wife Urmeela’s. Till she one day found out that it was a song sung by a dead man. She could never listen to it again with the same enthusiasm as before she found out.

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17 Responses to Memory Trigger 9. Green Green Grass Of Home.

  1. Mike says:

    I hadn’t heard this in a long, long time. Thanks for the memory.
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  2. tammy j says:

    one of the very few times i differ with you rummy. and i mean VERY few!
    but i have never liked this song.
    number one… when i hear it … it always gets stuck in my head. over and over and over.
    i’ve always known it was by a man about to be executed. that wasn’t the problem.
    i don’t really know what there is about it! i have just never liked it.
    and i like most of ‘sir’ tom’s songs.
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  3. tammy j says:

    i just watched the whole video of sam harris’s talk from your last post rummy.
    ohmygoodness.
    i did enjoy it very much. and i will send it to the marine so we can discuss it further.
    i despair of mankind ever seeing the light about anything when only in 1916 the ‘GOOD’ peopleof tennessee literally HUNG a poor elephant from a crane for his harming of people in a frightened stampede. for THAT belief to take place in relatively modern times. OMG.
    the marine and i are always talking about cause and effect. and accountability.
    i agreed with sam on most points but i would question some others.
    but i found the entire talk fascinating. thank you rummy!
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  4. Looney says:

    That was a nice trip back home. Timely too, since the grass is all turning very green here a little early this year.
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  5. I had never heard it before, and I’m afraid it’s not my favorite kind of music. I’ll stick with Dites Moi. I’ve been singing that and playing it on glockenspiel a lot lately. 🙂
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  6. interesting how, we don’t always know the original concept of a lyric/tune/other that we know of…

    as I reread the lyrics it spoke of a “home – a memory” but not truly of a deadness…

  7. Mother says:

    I certainly can hum along to this song. I guess (in spite of the closing) I don’t think of it as a song from a dead man as much as a yearning for a home that can never again be reclaimed after leavetaking.

    Actually, tho, there are a surprising number of songs written from the viewpoint of the dear departed. Hmm…
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  8. One of the saddest songs every written. Evokes absolutely the hopelessness of a man condemned to be executed. Agrrh! I need lighter stuff these days, even though it is an amazingly catchy melody!

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