Listen easy -- you can hear God callin',
walkin' 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've found.
I -- hear a hundred "good-byes", but
today I hear only one sound --
The moment we're livin' is now.
Young bird fliyn' . . . and a soft wind blowin' --
cools the sweat inside my palms.
Close my eyes, and hear the flowers growin' --
as you lay sleepin' in my arms.And the time will be our time,
and the grass won't pay no mind.
No, the grass won't pay no mind.