grassy green pastures,
brown skin pastor
singing rhythm and blues 
about the crimson red flow 
that makes me and you 
white as snow

snow, fades as it melts 
but the sky is left 
with a colorful belt 
that reminds us that this green earth 
will not drown in muddy brown waters 

let's sing the rhythm and blues 
about the crimson red flow 
that makes me and you 
white as snow