The land is starvingIt needs wateringThe birds on the treesWon't open the springFor the rain won't fall hereAnd the grass is no greenThe birds are singingThey need some rainingThe birds on the treesWill not live till springFor the rain won't fallingAnd the grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no greenDeep in a clearing lovers are sleeping under an oak treeWind blows lightly while they are lying where the grass is no green. . . . . .The land is starvingIt needs wateringThe birds on the treesWon't open the springFor the rain won't fallingAnd the grass is no greenThe birds stop singingThey need some rainingThe birds on the treesWill not live till springFor the rain won't fallingAnd the grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no greenDeep in a clearing lovers are sleeping under an oak treeWind blows lightly while they are lying where the grass is no greenThe birds stop singingThey need some rainingThe birds on the treesWill not live till springFor the rain wouldn't fallingAnd the grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no greenThe grass is no green