Текст песни God Bless the Grass - Pete Seeger
                                                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 
                                                its 
                                                tender 
                                                and 
                                                it's 
                                                easily 
                                                bent,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                after 
                                                    a 
                                                while 
                                                it 
                                                lifts 
                                                up 
                                                its 
                                                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 
                                                its 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Power and the Glory
2 Pretty Saro
3 70 Miles
4 The Faucets Are Dripping
5 Cement Octopus
6 God Bless the Grass
7 The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood
8 Coal Creek March
9 The Girl I Left Behind
10 I Have a Rabbit
11 The People Are Scratching
12 Coyote, My Little Brother
13 Preserven el Parque Elysian
14 My Dirty Stream (The Hudson River Song)
15 Johnny Riley
16 Barbara Allen
17 From Way Up Here
18 My Land Is a Good Land
19 America The Beautiful
20 Business
21 There'll Come a Time
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