B                     E          B 
On our little girl's, third birthday 
F#m7                        E           B 
She got a sandbox, in the backyard to play 
                            E              B 
Sand was everywhere, as she played and she laughed 
F#m7                    E             B 
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass. 
 
Chorus: 
           E 
It'll Come Back 
           B 
It'll Come Back 
F#m7 
Daddy don't be mad 
                               B 
God and the rain will bring it back. 
 
B                     E           B 
When our little girl, just turned ten 
F#m7               E                 B 
She got a bike, to ride with all her friends 
                                   E              B 
She skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughed 
F#m7                 E                B 
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass. 
 
Chorus: 
 
C                     F           C 
When our little girl, turned seventeen 
G7                          F             C 
We built her a pool, in the backyard that spring 
                               F             C 
All her friends came, and they swam and they splashed 
G7                   F                C 
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass. 
 
Chorus2: 
           F 
It'll Come Back 
           C    
It'll Come Back 
G7 
Daddy don't be mad 
                               C 
God and the rain will bring it back. 
 
C                         F         C 
My wife and I sit, on the porch all alone 
     G7                     F         C 
As I look out across, at my beautiful lawn 
                               F           C 
The house is quiet, there's no children at play 
      G7        (Stop)          
And I said to my wife,  
"Honey if you'll listen real close. You can still hear her say." 
 
Chorus2: X2