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 Everythin' 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 Everythin' in my vision, departure, and death Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower, and barley (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 Mm (Oh-oh-oh) Mm (Oh-oh-oh) Springtime in the city The canal banks are empty again The grass cryin' 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 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, 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 Mm (Oh-oh-oh) Mm (Oh-oh-oh) Springtime from my window Another month has not much longer now The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkenin' Would all things God allows remain above ground Like grief and sweet memory, wildflower and barley