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 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