by Vicki Peterson
The grass grows green
The grass grows long
To cover where your steps have been
The grass grows long
The wind blows sere
To hide the passing of your song
The wind blows sere
The grass turns brown
And leaves no sign that you were here
The grass turns brown
The wind blows cold
So sad your melody to drown
The wind blows cold
The snow grows deep
The snow grows deep
The winds keen shrill
They do not reach you where you sleep