Harvesters

There's a scar on the back of my neck I try not to show it Just a thing from the past that I keep Locked in my head You're the nicest dream I've ever had Got a picture of you where your hair Gleans the sky and the meadow Got a child that I carry around In the tray of my barrow This was the nicest day we've ever shared And you're the richest soil I'll ever sow Now I can see wrinkles in the corners of your eyes They mean we've been together for a long time There's a wound on the bark of your soul You don't talk about it There's an oak that has grown wild and tall Out of concrete Still you're the nicest dream I've ever had Got a picture of you where your hair Gleans the sky and the meadow There's a child that I carry around In the tray of my barrow This was the nicest day we'll ever share And you're the home I had been dreaming of Now I can see weariness in the corner of your smile It means we've been together for a long time