Just make believe you’re a tiny little seed,
a tiny little seed that’s reaching up to meet your need.
With the right amount of faith and the right amount of earth
you’ll grow to see the sunshine on your day of birth.
To Chorus:
Let’s listen to the land we all love.
Nature’s plan will shine above.
Listen to the land, listen to the land.
When springtime comes how can you tell?
The air is always filled with orange blossom smell.
Come summertime the warmest sunshine
and the world is full of flowers and good melon rinds.
To Chorus:
Let’s listen to the land we all love.
Nature’s plan will shine above.
Listen to the land, listen to the land.
When autumn falls it’s a harvest show,
with northwinds blowin’ all the seeds that it must sow.
Come wintertime the rain must fall ‘til once again
the new year and the springtime call.
To Chorus:
Let’s listen to the land we all love.
Nature’s plan will shine above.
Listen to the land, listen to the land.
The seasons come and the seasons go.
Nature knows ev’rything that it must know.
The earth and man can be good friends.
Let’s listen so our harvest time will never end.
To Chorus:
Let’s listen to the land we all love.
Nature’s plan will shine above.
Listen to the land, listen to the land.
Just make believe you’re a tiny little seed,
a tiny little seed that’s reaching up to meet your need.
