Watching Green Grass Grow
Standing on this hillside,
Watching green grass grow,
Have nothing to decide,
Just letting time go.
O, there is something great,
With watching grass grow,
It’s special, yeah, first-rate,
Why, cause I say so.
Then, there is the blue sky,
Way, way up above,
And song birds on the fly,
Flood my heart with love.
You might think I’m lazy,
But that just isn’t so,
You might think I’m crazy,
No, just living slow.
It might help to be told,
So you understand,
I’m past eighty years old,
Doing best I can.
Not complaining, mind y’all,
Happy to walk slow,
On this side of a pall,
Watching green grass grow.
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