And the Grass Won't Pay No Mind Songtext
von Mark Lindsay

Listen easy
You can hear God callin′
Walking barefoot by a stream
Come unto me
Your hair softly fallin'
On my face as in a dream And the time will be our time

Sayin′ nothin'
Lyin' where the sun is
Bakin′ down upon our sighs
My lips touch you
With their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply


And the time will be our time

Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what we found
I hear a hundred goodbyes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment we′re living is now
Na, na, na, na, na, na

Young bird flyin'
And a soft wind blowin′
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes and see the flowers growin'
As you lay sleeping in my arms

And the time will be our time