The Growing Season

I've had my chance to spring I've had my chance to flower I've been through many seasons Gone to seed, then regained my power From months to weeks to days Of being lost every hour The growing season Found the worst of me I hope the best Isn't lost on you This ain't my first garden I've hoed many a row Turned the dirt 'til it broke my spirit My heart, my back, my soul I've seen too much rain, too much drought And doubt to lift my mood The growing season Found the worst of me I hope the best Isn't lost on you Now I could turn your dirt If I could only spot your spade I've got your seeds in my sweaty palm Do the nerves show on my face Man oh boy don't sprout too soon As you'll never make it to the bloom The growing season Found the worst of me I hope the best Isn't lost on you I've known you since you were a dream Behind your mother's eyes And the daily grind, love and sunshine Nurtured your growing mind I have no right to sing these blues So here's to her and cheers to you