Fruit in Season

Do not listen to the wicked
And stay out of their pickets
And don't eavesdrop on their whispers
And you'll flourish like the poplars

You'll be blessed with fruit in season
Near a river without ceasin'
And you'll never lose your leaves
And your actions only please.

The wicked aren't so happy
They are blown away like chaffy
They will not stand in the last day
And look silly to the saints, hey!

You'll be blessed with fruit in season
Near a river without ceasin'
And you'll never lose your leaves
And your actions only please.

The righteous, God has eyes on
While the wicked simply die on

You'll be blessed with fruit in season
Near a river without ceasin'
And you'll never lose your leaves
And your actions only please.