Текст: Eddy Arnold. Comin' Green.

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 poppin' it seems
It's comin' comin' green

When the sun's pourin' gold on 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 in blossom
And the hills start a puttin' on the shore
And the seeds are kind of 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