Forty acres in the moors
The land nobody else will use
Cover crops and crawfish boys
Turn the dirt back to soil
Raided seeds of white and blue (Ain't that good news?)
Little toads, in a garden bed
Look at how the tendrils spread
A memory of who I am
The was cool dirt on grandma's hands
Maybe she's pulling at the threads
When I'm finally home
Feels like I'm finally home
Like a seed limb
Pushing up through the stone
I'm finally home
Gathering the strength to grow
Remembering the things I know
Breathing in the changing air
Resistance is a thing I wear
And now I see I'm not alone
We are here to do the healing
Regeneration, remediation, and revealing
Solutions from the engage in us
We plant them at the speed of trust
'Til we share more than a feeling (More than a feeling)
When I'm finally home
Feels like I'm finally home
Like a seed limb
Pushing up through the stone
I'm finally home
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
(We grow, we grow from the ground up)
When we're finally home
Feels like we're finally home
Like a seed limb
Pushing up through the stone
We're finally home
Like a seed limb
Pushing up through the stone
We're finally home
