Mark Lindsay And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind
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
And the grass won't pay no mind
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
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 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
And the grass won't pay no mind
