(Verse 1)
Out on the farm where the cotton fields sway,
Folks fret about the weather, day after day.
Politicians in suits with their charts and their schemes,
Talkin' about controlling clouds like it's part of their dreams.
But I look to the heavens, where the Good Lord's in charge,
He sends the sunshine, the thunder, the stars.
(Chorus)
God's got the seasons, He turns the wheel of time,
Sends the summer sunshine, winter's frost divine.
From Noah's flood to rainbow's end, He paints the sky so blue,
Ain't no man's fancy plan gonna steal what He's called due.
So let the skeptics holler, let the headlines spin their yarn,
The Creator's in the driver's seat, holding the rain in His palm!
(Verse 2)
Grandpa prayed for the harvest when the skies hung low and gray,
Said, "Boy, the Lord's the Farmer, He knows the perfect way."
Now experts on the TV with their graphs and their fears,
Preaching about the end times from their ivory towers here.
(Chorus)
God's got the seasons, (got the seasons!), He turns the wheel of time (wheel of time!),
Sends the summer sunshine (summer shine!), winter's frost divine (frost divine!).
From Noah's flood to rainbow's end (rainbow's end!), He paints the sky so blue (sky so blue!),
Ain't no man's fancy plan (fancy plan!) gonna steal what He's called due (called due!).
So let the skeptics holler (let 'em holler!), let the headlines spin their yarn (spin their yarn!),
The Creator's in the driver's seat (driver's seat!), holding the rain in His palm (in His palm!)!
(Bridge)
One day the sky'll roll back, and every knee will bow low,
No more worrying about the weather, in His glory we'll know.
(Final Chorus)
God's got the seasons, He turns the wheel of time,
Sends the summer sunshine, winter's frost divine.
From Noah's flood to rainbow's end, He paints the sky so blue,
Ain't no man's fancy plan gonna steal what He's called due.
Yeah, God's got the seasons... sing it loud and clear...
He controls the climate... year after year...
Oh, yeah, He's got the rain... holding it all!