Wildflower And Barley (Feat. Allison Russell)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:42 duration
๐ ID: 11492163
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.64] Springtime in the country
[00:23.89] Each time, I'm shocked by the light
[00:29.24] The world lyin' fallow and you are apart from me
[00:34.71] Everything in my vision is movement and life
[00:40.19] Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower, and barley
[00:47.25] Springtime in the country
[00:52.52] I can smell summer on its breath
[00:58.02] Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me
[01:03.14] Everything in my vision, departure, and death
[01:08.78] Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower, and barley
[01:14.24] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[01:19.48] (Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[01:24.84] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[01:26.14] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[01:30.69] (I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work
[01:38.19] Hm (ooh), hm (ooh)
[01:44.05] Springtime in the city
[01:49.84] The canal banks are empty again
[01:54.41] The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
[01:59.63] The streets for the laughter of young women and men
[02:05.96] Canal boat and trolley, wildflower, and barley
[02:11.35] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[02:16.85] (Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[02:21.41] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[02:23.47] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[02:27.70] (I feel as) useful as dirt, unreal unearth
[02:34.50] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[02:39.46] (Are healin') this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[02:44.79] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[02:46.37] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[02:50.82] (I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work
[02:57.62] Hm (ooh), hm (ooh)
[03:04.17] Springtime from my window
[03:09.76] Another month has not much longer now
[03:14.54] The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening
[03:20.36] Would all things God allows, remain above ground?
[03:27.11] Like grief and sweet memory, wildflower, and barley
[03:33.66]
[00:23.89] Each time, I'm shocked by the light
[00:29.24] The world lyin' fallow and you are apart from me
[00:34.71] Everything in my vision is movement and life
[00:40.19] Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower, and barley
[00:47.25] Springtime in the country
[00:52.52] I can smell summer on its breath
[00:58.02] Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me
[01:03.14] Everything in my vision, departure, and death
[01:08.78] Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower, and barley
[01:14.24] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[01:19.48] (Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[01:24.84] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[01:26.14] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[01:30.69] (I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work
[01:38.19] Hm (ooh), hm (ooh)
[01:44.05] Springtime in the city
[01:49.84] The canal banks are empty again
[01:54.41] The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
[01:59.63] The streets for the laughter of young women and men
[02:05.96] Canal boat and trolley, wildflower, and barley
[02:11.35] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[02:16.85] (Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[02:21.41] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[02:23.47] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[02:27.70] (I feel as) useful as dirt, unreal unearth
[02:34.50] (The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
[02:39.46] (Are healin') this year, I swear it will be buried in words
[02:44.79] (The diggers are diggin' the earth)
[02:46.37] Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
[02:50.82] (I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work
[02:57.62] Hm (ooh), hm (ooh)
[03:04.17] Springtime from my window
[03:09.76] Another month has not much longer now
[03:14.54] The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening
[03:20.36] Would all things God allows, remain above ground?
[03:27.11] Like grief and sweet memory, wildflower, and barley
[03:33.66]