THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS
© Words & Music By Martha Miranda

Now I lay me down to sleep
My Papa's in the green, green grass
That withers and dies and is cast away
Life seems to be like that
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the LORD his soul to keep
Though in the grass, so green and true
Life must also be like that

Not like the grass that dies
My Papa's in the green, green grass
He will rise again to stand on the green grass
Life is also like that
As I laid him down to sleep
I prayed the LORD his soul to keep
I prayed it for myself
When the green grass covers me

The green, green grass like a blanket true
Covers the sleepers that sleep
Underneath her dew
Like a covering of peace
The green, green grass like a blanket true
So green and full of life
Sheltering neath her flowing hills
The living dead that sleep

Not like the grass that dies
My Papa's in the green, green grass
He will rise again to stand on the green grass
Life is also like that
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the LORD my soul to keep
Though I be dead, I am awake
Neath the green, green grass

From Cassette Tape HE IS DESCENDING (SM 275)

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