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Listen easy, You can hear god calling
Walking barefoot by a stream
Come unto me, your hair softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking 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 wont pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what we found
Ill hear a hundred goodbyes
But today I hear only one sound
And the moment were living is now
No, no, no, no
Young bird flying and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes and see the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
No, the grass wont pay no mind