Someday in the country
Someday on our own
We'll grow tulips from rain
Color the season
Grey to indigo
We'll know how much it takes
The staff and the reed and my wife
Burn with the hammer tonight
As we lie We rest our eyes
For morrow brings you home
For morrow brings you home
Someday in the mountains
Someday in the still we'll feel
Fragrant and free
Carried by our children
Up all winter green
We'll lean
Back into the breeze
The staff and the reed and my wife
Burn with the hammer tonight
As we lie We rest our eyes
For morrow brings you home
For morrow brings you home
