Bag of Seeds

Bag of Seeds

I have a bag of seeds And I'm gonna plant

And ain't no coming back with something in my hands

No time to search now where they have all gone

Where they all belong now is none of my thoughts

I once met a young man

he told me I was a fool

to give and not to take

It's a game you lose

An old woman gave me then

Her two-cent advice

you'll regret everything

when one of them dies

Keep going on no matter what

Keep giving everything that I've got

Sweet is the fear of not taking back

Hard is the tear for some seeds in a bag