My Walter Brennan stories continue. Tis another sad story, I enjoy relating.
The Green Green Valley

You know, I left this valley, over 20 years ago.
And I headed out west toward Colorado.
But I had a little sweetheart, lived here in this valley.
Somehow I've never quite forgot her. Her face as fresh as dew on a flower.
My blonde headed, freckle-face little Sally.
Big blue eyes and soft pink lips, surrounded by the green green valley.

I walked across the mountains.
Swam across the rivers, so many that I couldn't keep a tally.

I lived for the moment I could feast my eyes, down upon the green green valley.
Home in the green green valley. There was just one more hilltop, then there it was.
Stretching out, just like heaven, there in front of me.
I got a mighty funny feeling as I started down that hill.
I wondered if anybody would remember me.
All of a sudden there was old Ebeneezer Brown.

And I asked him, where I might find my Sally?
He didn't say a word, just pointed down the road.
To the corner of the green green valley.
I took off a runnin', just as fast as I could.
Cause I knowed then that Sally hadn't forgotten me, cause this
was the part of the valley we always said, we was gonna
raise our children, and our cotton.
But then, I stopped, and then I looked,
there was just a little fence. And a marker on the grave of my Sally.

She was lying there restin' just a waiting for me to come home.
To the green green valley.
I walked across the mountains. Swam across the rivers, so many
I couldn't keep a tally.

I sat down beside her,
and whispered, "I'm home."

Home to the green green valley.

Home to the green green valley.