Sit Still and Be (Beckie's Evening Theme)

She works hard not to feel bleak
Her beginning is the end of the week
When her son walks in the door
She feels defenseless to the core
'Cause his stubble makes her mourn
His father's whiskered cheeks

Every moment of this life is like a tiny seed
You can cultivate the land, you can uproot the weeds
Repose on the seventh day, and watch the earth make way
While the stems spring forth like cherished memories
Sit still and be
Sit still and be

The two relax on the front porch swing
She sips a glass of wine while he comforts her and sings
Beneath reflections of the moon
She hums harmony for the tune
Cause she's consoled in her cocoon
While her husband has his wings

Every moment of this life is like a tiny seed
You can cultivate the land, you can uproot the weeds
Repose on the seventh day, and watch the earth make way
While the stems spring forth like cherished memories
Sit still and be
Sit still and be

Every moment of this life is like a tiny seed
You can cultivate the land, you can uproot the weeds
Repose on the seventh day, and watch the earth make way
While the stems spring forth like cherished memories
Sit still and be
Sit still and be
Sit still and be
Sit still and be