Our Grass.

For some reason, our "grass" is mostly dirt. I was complaining to my dad about this on the phone yesterday and he sent this song to me... It is originally written by Glen Martin, but the more recent version is sung by the great Red Sovine. I think I understand why he sent it to me. It actually made me cry.
Here are the lyrics. I didnt know how to post the song.


On our little girls' third birthday
She got a sandbox in the backyard to play
Sand was everywhere as she played and she laughed
I fussed at her for it killed all my grass.

CHORUS:
It'll come back ...
It'll come back ...
Daddy dont be mad
God and the rain will bring it back.

When our little girl just turned ten
She got a bike to ride with all her friends
She skinned both her knees as she played and she laughed
I fussed at her for it killed all my grass.

When our little girl turned seventeen
We built her a pool in the backyard that spring
All her friends came and they swam and they splashed
I fussed at her for it killed all my grass.

My wife and I sit on the porch all alone
As I look out across at my beautiful lawn
The house is quiet there's no children at play
And I said to my wife

(Spoken:) Honey, if you'll listen real close
You can still hear her say."

It'll come back
It'll come back
Daddy don't be mad
God and the rain will bring it back.

It'll come back
It'll come back
Daddy don't be mad
God and the rain will bring it back.