(Neil Diamond)
Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, Your hairs softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time wi will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking down upon our sides
My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply
And the time wi will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music wi will know what weve found
I, hear a hundred good-byes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment were living is now
Now now now now now now now
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time wi will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
No the grass wont pay no mind
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Elvis Presley
Green, Green Grass Of Home :: Elvis Presley