Wildflower and Barley

Springtime in the country

Each time I'm shocked by the light

The world lying fallow and you are apart from me

Everything in my vision

Is movement and life

Riverboat, wheelbarrow

Wildflower and barley

Springtime in the country

I can smell summer on its breath

Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me

Everything in my vision

Departure, and death

Riverboat, wheelbarrow

Wildflower, and barley

(The healers) This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

(Are healing) This year, I swear it will be buried in words

(The diggers are digging the earth) Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as useful as dirt

Put my body to work

Mm, mm

Springtime in the city

The canal banks are empty again

Grass crying out to be heated by bodies

The street is for the laughter of young women and men

Canal boat and trolley

Wildflower and barley

(The healers) This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

(Are healing) This year, I swear it will be buried in words

(The diggers are digging the earth) Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as useful as dirt

Unreal, unearth

(The healers) This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

(Are healing) This year, I swear it will be buried in words

(The diggers are digging the earth) Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as useful as dirt

Put my body to work

Mm (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Mm (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Springtime from my window

Another month has not much longer now

The sun hesitates more

On each evening's darkening

Would all things God allows

Remain above ground?

Like grief and sweet memory

Wildflower and barley