Green Grass

The Good Lord gave to us the finest green

So people wouldn't be so awfully mean

The braves knew how to do it right

They passed around their sacred pipe

Sitting cross-legged around the fire

Searching for the highest higher

Tides of time float through the haze

Revealing in its seductive ways

Your ticket to the great unknown

Passport to the journey home

Passions ebb and passions flow

What you reap is that you sow