Lyrics:

On our little girls third birthdayShe got a sandbox, in the backyard to playSand was everywhere as she play and she laughedI busted her, for it killed all the grassIt''ll come back (2x)Daddy don''t be madGod and the rain will bring it backWhen our little girl, just turned tenShe got a bike to ride with all her friendsShe skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughedI busted her, for it killed all the grassIt''ll come back (2x)Daddy don''t be madGod and the rain will bring it backWhen our little girl, turned seventeenWe built her a pool, in the backyard that springAll her friends came and they swam and they splashedI busted her, for it killed all the grassIt''ll come back (2x)Daddy don''t be madGod and the rain will bring it backMy wife and I sit on the porch aloneAs I look out across at my beautiful lawnThe house is quiet, there''s no children at playAnd I say to my wife, ''Honey If you''ll listen real closeYou can still hear her say''It''ll come back (4x)Daddy don''t be madGod and the rain will bring it backIt''ll come back (4x)