Sierra Ferrell
The Garden
In the time of the harvest, the leaves falling down
I held what my true love could reap from the ground
But the bounty of a garden can all rot away
Without love and protection and a hard will to stay
I'll never have a garden again
Where I fall to my knees and work with the land
Now I'm just praying with two dirty hands
I'll never, no, never have a garden again
For the land, it can dry up and seasons will change
A weak love will falter and hearts rearrange
Gardens need sunshine and gardens need rain
And my tears are too salty to water the garden
But I'm dreaming of a garden again
Where I fall to my knees and work with the land
'Til then, I'll be praying with two dirty hands
I'm dreaming, yes, dreaming of a garden again
Now, me and my new love, the seeds for to sow
Are tending the soil and planting the rose
For after the winter comes springtime again
And the garden can grow like a heart that can mend
I'm living in the garden again
Where I fall to my knees and work with the land
And I keep on praying with two dirty hands
I'm living, yes, living in the garden again
I'm living, yes, living in the garden again
From Letras Mania