Resurrection Fern
Tiger lilies in the ditch
By the side of the road
In the evening light they glimmer
Like a river made of gold
Are you coming back to me?
Are the hills filled up with omens?
It almost feels the way it felt
Before the whole world felt so broken
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Swannanoa, early summer
Was there something in our shadows
And the way they stretched forever
Up the hillside in the gravel?
House and land, a couple babies
Love enough to choose our battles
Young enough to make our plans
While the universe unraveled
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Is it the way that you recall?
Running barefoot through the yard
Are your dreams where you left them long ago?
Where the creek cuts through the hills
You loved me once and maybe still
Love this man counting stars out here alone
The trees have grown a little taller
River stones a little smaller
But I'm hoping that it still might feel like home
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Rain on a resurrection fern
By the side of the road
In the evening light they glimmer
Like a river made of gold
Are you coming back to me?
Are the hills filled up with omens?
It almost feels the way it felt
Before the whole world felt so broken
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Swannanoa, early summer
Was there something in our shadows
And the way they stretched forever
Up the hillside in the gravel?
House and land, a couple babies
Love enough to choose our battles
Young enough to make our plans
While the universe unraveled
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Is it the way that you recall?
Running barefoot through the yard
Are your dreams where you left them long ago?
Where the creek cuts through the hills
You loved me once and maybe still
Love this man counting stars out here alone
The trees have grown a little taller
River stones a little smaller
But I'm hoping that it still might feel like home
Love, take my hand
It's not an oath, it's not a plan
A simple grace, a small return
Rain on a resurrection fern
Rain on a resurrection fern
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Writer(s): Philip Rogers Cramer
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