The Weeds

I look over this land and recall in my mind How we planted those fields in happier times Sowing gold corn and barley at the start of the Spring As we tilled earth together and dream't what our harvest would bring But I was foolish and weak and I cast you aside Now our fields they have withered, my spirit has died Now the wind whistles through the old mortar and stone And I sit here and watch as The Weeds lay their claim to our home And they grow, grow, grow They plot to overthrow I've boarded the windows and given the deeds To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds By the Green Poison Ivy my house has been 'sacked Faces of my three children hang crooked and cracked And the Pink Rhododendron has salted the earth So that nothing can grow here – 'Least nothing of any great worth And they grow, grow, grow They plot to overthrow I've boarded the windows and given the deeds To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds I look over this house as I sit here alone It's your love, not my family, that made it a home If I'd only thought better at the start of the Spring We'd still have our fields And the hope of what Autumn would bring And they grow, grow, grow They plot to overthrow I've boarded the windows and given the deeds To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds And they grow, grow, grow They plot to overthrow I've boarded the windows and given the deeds To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds