| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |
| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |
| When I leave someday |
| My hands will hold with yours |
| And every piece of me lives in the sand |
| In the air |
| Oh, with you |
| It’s true, it’s true |
| I’ve been through so many moons |
| You’ve seen them, too |
| Doubting is hard to undo |
| But know me for my truth |
| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |
| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |
| I’ve been through so many moons |
| I’ve been through so many moons |
| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |
| Sky could be blue as can be |
| Grass could be green, green, too |
| My love the same as them |
| They’re facts, it’s true, it’s true |