Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets tired Of what it has to do It breaks and it buckles And the grass grows… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
Celebrate my death for the good times I've had, For the work that I've done and the friends that I've made. Celebrate my death,… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
I'm so respectable I'm getting scared ... I must be doing something wrong. — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
Some other eyes will look around, and find the things I've never found. — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
“And they all have pretty children, And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp, And then to the university,… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
