Doing some gardening in spring.
I'm pulling out the weeds with my whole being.
On my hands and knees, while my dog eats a leaf.
All the calling seeds—to make the earth sing.
I love the feeling, I love the feeling.
Doing some gardening in spring.
As the wind blows in it brings the smell of smoke from the mountains west of here.
As far as feelings go, I feel all the way from here.
Of all the seeds we sow, some go dark and some go clear.
And here I go—I'll plant some right here—to make the heart sing.
I love the feeling, I love the feeling.