Comin' Green

(Hal Hackady - Charles Naylor)



When the wind's blowin' soft through the valley

And the rain's fallin' gentle and thin

And it looks like the streams are a poppin'

It seems it's comin', comin' green.



When the sun's holdin' gold from the meadow

And the land's laying still and serene

Then the folks will allow that they reckon

As how it's comin', comin' green.



And the fields start to pretty up with blossom

And the hills start a puttin' on the show

And the seeds are kinda playin' possum

Pretending likey they're never gonna grow.



But you walk out your door of a morning

That's like no other morning you've seen

And you don't have a care 'cause

God's been out there and it's comin', comin' green...