(Hal Hackady - Charles Naylor) When the wind's blowin' soft through the valley And the rain's fallin' gentle and thin And it looks like the streams are a poppin' It seems it's comin', comin' green. When the sun's holdin' gold from 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 with blossom And the hills start a puttin' on the show And the seeds are kinda 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...