First of many flowers growing close behind the wall
Flax and seed, want and need, the wonder of it all
There's a place in that garden
We've both been there, darling
I won't forget
Woods of miles and acres, winding through the hills
Moaning of the barnyard dogs and barbed wire fences
There's a place in that countryside
You'll build a house so deep and wide
I see the stones
Long ago
Rooms of abandoned houses in my mind
Long ago
Back porch living suits me fine
There were paints of blue and green
I was somewhere in between
Mama rings the dinner bell, women and men
Move towards the sacred sound of a chiming metal wind
Daddy he flips a dime
How will we survive this time
And long ago
There were sharecropping farmers on the land
Long ago
All that's left are rusty nails in your hand
There were walls of yellow hue
Yeah, I learned a thing or two
The Trace winds a 1000 ways, the Natchez drew it well
Their hallowed bones, the native ones, ours a merchant trail
There are places in that road
Where lie the seeds we sowed
And I won't forget
Long ago