God Bless the Grass

God bless the grass that grows through the crack
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows through
God bless the grass

God bless the truth that fights toward the sun
They roll the lies over it and think that they have done
But it moves through the ground and reaches for the air
And after a while it's growing everywhere
God bless the grass

God bless thе grass that breaks through cement
It's green and it's tеnder and it's easily bent
But after a while it raises up its head
For the grass is living but the stone is dead
God bless the grass

God bless the grass—it's gentle and low
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor
And the wild grass growing 'round the poor man's door
God bless the grass
God bless the grass