Farm & Table

I found you below the dew
Where the dirt tastes quiet
And you'll be out in the sun
For a week or three to dry
When mama says it's time
I'll bring you inside

Braid you up
Hang you by the stove for luck
Girl, you're my farm, you're my table
You're my table

Papa cut the sycamore down
For a half acre of sun
Said nothing grows in shade
We can't eat wood
But you only break to make from it
I saw him stacking cords like he was tucking her in

One day we'll have a hearth
And a great big garden
You'll be out on your hands and knees
Tending to the heart of it
And when the moon is high
I'll call you inside

Earthen palms
Kiss me dirty in your arms
Girl you're farm you're my table



Credits
Writer(s): Laura Beth Johnson
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