Listen
easy, you can hear God calling, walking barefoot by a stream.
Come unto me, your hair softly falling on my face as in a dream.
And the time will be our time and the grass won’t pay no
mind.
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is, baking 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 and the grass won’t pay no
mind.
Child, touch my soul with your cries and the music will know what we found.
I hear a hundred good-byes but today I hear only one sound. The moment we’re
living is now.
Young bird flying and a soft wind blowing cools the sweat inside my palms.
Close my eyes and see the flowers growing as you lay sleeping in my arms.
And the time will be our time and the grass won’t pay no
mind.
And the grass won’t pay no mind.
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