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 thru and God bless the grass

God bless the truth that
Fights toward the sun
They roll the lies over it and
Think that it is done
It moves through the ground and
Reaches for the air
And after a while it is growing everywhere
And God bless the grass
God bless the grass that
Breaks through cement
It's green and it's tender
And it's easily bent
But after a while it lifts up it's head
For the grass is living and the stone is dead
And God bless the grass

God bless the grass that's gentle and low
Its roots they are deep and
It's will is to grow
And God bless the truth
The friend of the poor
And the wild grass growing at
The poor man's door and God bless the grass