Man Sitting In A Field Of Green Grass

Sometimes we need to sit in the grass Relax our minds and let the time pass Each blade has thoughts it could tell us But sometimes they won't because they're jealous Let our minds separate from our flesh We don't need them anyway Relax a little and just take a rest We have nothing to do today Roots sprout from our thighs Sitting Indian style We've been here oh so long We've been here quite a while Shake the seeds out of our hair Where they land little we's grow everywhere