Brush Arbor. On God's Green Earth. Zeneszám

On God's green earth, the golden sun shines down
On God's green earth, the fields are red and brown
When the silver rain of springtime brings the miracle of birth
There's room for every color here on God's green earth

In God's blue sky, sometimes the gray clouds blow
And storms may rise from the land that lies below
When all the different colors forget each other's worth
They clash with one another here on God's green earth

So God made the night took away the light
Made the colors fade into a single shade
And God made the day took the night away
So we all could see how it was meant to be on God's green earth

On God's green earth

From Birmingham to Johannesburg
Though they may be different
Let them shine for all they're worth
There's room for every color here on God's green earth

So God made the night

On God's green earth, the fields are red and brown
On God's green earth, there's room for every color
On God's green earth, from Birmingham to Johannesburg
On God's green earth