Seeds of the Pine

Rains fell cold through June Grass is up to my thigh Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon Say it opens up the seeds of the pine I only want to dream about you The dollar I could spend but I should save Just to see my fingers in your hair The golden wheat around us and Beneath us where we lay You're a slow ride down a country mile You're the smell of apple pie to the blind You're the last light on a July western sky You're the center of the watermelon, You're a sweet, sweet smile Cottonwood a-shakin in the breeze Surrounded by a starry sky Easy to forget the things we need Easy to stumble around mostly blind I could tell you not to come in from the storm I could tell you not to be so kind I could tell you not to close the door I could say I never wanted you for mine Rains fell cold through June Grass is up to my thigh Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon Say it opens up the seeds of the pine Say it opens up the seeds of the pine Say it opens up the seeds of the pine