Tom Jones sings ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’ in a manner that is both beautifully nostalgic and harrowing especially when he speaks the song’s spoken part of realizing that a mesmerizing daydream is nothing but a dream.

When we always wondered who could have been the perfect sweet ‘Mary’ with hair of gold and lips like cherries in Tom Jones’ rendition of ‘Green Green Grass of Home,’ we then stumbled on this video of undeniable 1980s chemistry of Dolly Parton and Tom Jones’s duet.

Green, Green Grass of Home, Tom Jones ft. Dolly Parton

While Tom Jones was the third to sing the popular song that packs numerous metaphors of returning home in the middle of an impending execution in 1965, Jones managed to set the bar at its zenith when ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’ peaked at number and skyrocketed as a global hit.

Meanwhile, rock and roll legend such as Jerry Lee Lewis also recorded his version prior to Tom Jones’ and the latter cited that Jerry Lee Lewis’ rendition allowed him to learn how he ought to interpret the song.

After Tom Jones’ massive success with ‘Green, Green Grass of Home,’ many other country artists covered the song such as Charley Pride (1966), Statler Brother (1967), Johnny Cash (1968) and even the legendary Elvis Presley (1975).

Meanwhile, Tom Jones’ once in a lifetime duet with Dolly Parton proved to be an iconic moment in National TV when younger Parton and Jones weave their voices to bring the viewers a connection they cannot resist to watch in admiration.

Watch the video below and cheer for them badly:

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“Green Green Grass Of Home” Lyrics

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.