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...
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