Green Grasses

John Stewart

"Way out by lonely bayou. There waits a girl where the green grasses grow.
Waits she there with a tear in her eye dreaming of years that long have gone by.

How I yearn for the days that are gone! I'd wake in the morning to a whippoorwill song.
There by the fire sits my lady fair. Singing this song as the combs her long hair.

Now I'm thinkin' home I must go 'cause I've been wandrin' where the four winds blow.
Startin' tonight with the big April moon, she'll be by my side by the third day of June.