Comin' Green

(álbum: Our Man Down South - 1962)

When the wind's blowing soft through the valley
And the rain's falling gentle and thin
And it looks like the streams are a popping
It seems it's coming, coming green

When the sun's holding gold from the meadow
And the land's laying still and serene
Then the folks will allow that they reckon
As how it's coming, coming green

And the fields start to pretty up with blossom
And the hills start a putting on the show
And the seeds are kinda playing 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 coming, coming green...