B. r. hornsby/john hornsby There were people living in a green valley Found a way to make a lot of money Made the green turn gradually gray They figured they could do whatever they wanted Everything would be alright But scars don't always heal away And the sons and the daughters got diamonds and gold But they were given a land where Strong roots never take hold Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Good things don't come along As you just sit dreaming on Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Say everything fades away There you are still around What'll you do where will you go Ther was a ship along the coast Carrying a load of black money In the sound near the northern lights When the ship set sail The crew looked for guidance In the bottom of an empty gla** Then the captain said "pour me another rye" Then the water turned black as that cold winter's night Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Good things don't come along As you just sit dreaming on Good seed don't grow On the barren ground Say everything fades away There you are still around What'll you do where will you go