GOD BLESS THE GRASS
Notes: Words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1964 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1992. People often think of this as an ecology song, but Malvina wrote it after reading Mark Lane’s book, Rush to Judgment, about the Kennedy assassination.
I like this poem because it reflects how the Truth will always find a way to come out.
God bless the grass that grows thru 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 grows through cement.
It's green and it's 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.