Wildflower and Barley

Springtime in the country
Each time I'm shocked by the light
The world lying 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 digging the earth) close to the surface, some close to the casket
I feel as useful as dirt, put my body to work
Mm, mm

Springtime in the city
The canal banks are empty again
Grass crying out to be heated by bodies
The street is 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 digging 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 healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
(The diggers are digging the earth) close to the surface, some close to the casket
I feel as useful as dirt, put my body to work
Mm (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Mm (ooh, ooh, 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 to remain above ground?
Like grief and sweet memory, wildflower, and barley



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Gitelman
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