by Bruce R. Hornsby and John Hornsby)



There were people living in a green valley

Found a way to make a lot of money

Made the green turn gradually gray

They figured they could do whatever they wanted

Everything would be alright

But scars don't always heal away

And the sons and the daughters got diamonds and gold

But they were given a land where

Strong roots never take hold



Good seed don't grow

On the barren ground

Good things don't come along

As you just sit dreaming on

Good seed don't grow

On the barren ground

Say everything fades away

There you are still around

What'll you do, where will you go



There was a ship along the coast

Carrying a hold of black money

In the sound near the norhtern lights

When the ship set sail

The crew looked for guidance

In the bottom of an empty glass

Then the captain said "pour me another rye"

Then the water turned black as the cold winter's night



Good seed don't grow

On the barren ground

Good things don't come along

As you just sit dreaming on

Good seed don't grow

On the barren ground

Say everything fades away

There you are still around

What'll you do, where will you go