Sittin' in the soft green grass Watching as the clouds all pass Wasting daylight on this summer afternoon In the fields the corn is grown Down the hill her voice is calling Suppers ready and I'll be back home real soon
CHORUS: Molly, I can hear your voice a-calling. Molly, it's a lazy afternoon.
Morning comes real early When you work the western plain Get up on the tractor and start it all again Working 80 acres and 40 down the hill The old barn door needs mending And I am sittin' here.
CHORUS
It's not that I am lazy Just tired worn out man Rather feel the sunshine then get back to the land Every now and then I take a break sometimes And sit down on the soft green grass And watch the world go by