Wildflower and Barley

Springtime in the country
Each time, I'm shocked by the light
The world lyin' 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 diggin' the earth)
Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work

Hm (ooh), hm (ooh)

Springtime in the city
The canal banks are empty again
The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
The streets 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 diggin' 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 healin') this year, I swear it will be buried in words
(The diggers are diggin' the earth)
Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work

Hm (ooh), hm (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



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Gitelman
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