Listen easy, you can hear God calling.
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Walkin bare-foot by a stream.
Come unto me, your hair softly falling
On my face as in a dream.
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And the time will be our time,
And the grass won t pay no mind.
Saying nothin, lying where the sun is
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Baking down upon our sighs.
My lips touch you with their soft wet kisses,
Your hands gen - tle in reply.
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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 hun - dred goodbyes,
But to - day I hear only one sound.
The moment we ve living is now.
Na, na, na, na, na,
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing,
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cools the sweat inside my palms.
Close my eyes and hear the flowers growing
as you lay sleeping in my arms.
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And the time will be our time,
And the grass won t pay no mind.
No the grass won t pay no mind.