Yella Green Grass

Up on church fields I've been listening to the river,
And watching the sun sink all the way down,
Warm blows the breeze through the trees on the rise on the rise,
As the murmur of voices slowly fades away.

I thought I heard you call my name,
I thought I heard you laugh,
But it's just the breeze a blowing,
Through the yellow green grass.

The sun has had its day, the moon is on the rise,
I'm kicking back and resting my lead heavy eyes,
Every word I heard you say is chipped and cracked and hazed,
As the memory of that day slowly slips away.

I thought I heard you call my name,
I thought I heard you laugh,
But it's just the breeze a blowing,
Through the yella green grass.

The moon is in the heavens,
It's shining on my past,
But all I hear is laughter,
Running through that grass,
My feet are in the river,
I'm stretched out on my back,
Listening to you call my name,
Through the yellow green grass,
Through the yellow green grass,
Through the yellow green grass,
Through the yellow green grass.

I thought I heard you call my name,
I thought I heard you laugh,
But it's just the breeze a blowing,
Through the yellow green grass.