On our little girls third birthday

She got a sandbox, in the backyard to play

Sand was everywhere as she play and she laughed

I busted her, for it killed all the grass

It'll come back, it'll come back

Daddy don't be mad

God and the rain will bring it back

When our little girl, just turned ten

She got a bike to ride with all her friends

She skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughed

I busted her, for it killed all the grass

It'll come back, it'll come back

Daddy don't be mad

God and the rain will bring it back

When our little girl, turned seventeen

We built her a pool, in the backyard that spring

All her friends came and they swam and they splashed

I busted her, for it killed all the grass

It'll come back, it'll come back

Daddy don't be mad

God and the rain will bring it back

My wife and I sit on the porch alone

As I look out across at my beautiful lawn

The house is quiet, there's no children at play

And I say to my wife, "Honey If you'll listen real close

You can still hear her say"

It'll come back

(It'll come back)

It'll come back

(It'll come back)

Daddy don't be mad

God and the rain will bring it back

It'll come back

(It'll come back)

It'll come back

(It'll come back)