On our little girl's, 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.
It'll Come Back
It'll Come Back
Daddy don't 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.
It'll Come Back
It'll Come Back
Daddy don't be mad
God and the rain will bring it back.
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,
"Honey if you'll listen real close. You can still hear her say."