Are there any left in town?
We were promised golden apples
From the trees
Told us "leave our youth behind
And keep the fears well hidden"
To walk beside those
Who once were young and
Proud then sold
To the highest bidder
Someone is still planting some seeds
Someone is still planting some seeds
Some seeds are watered for the sake of love
Someone is still planting some seeds
Someone is still planting some seeds
Some seeds are watered for the sake of love
Now they trample on
The harvest of the Lord
And playing with hands in fire
No fear of getting burnt
This wind bent the silver
Spoon where I was born
And where I'll die,
Under the highest bidder's court
But someone is still planting some seeds
Someone is still planting some seeds
Some seeds are watered for the sake of God
Someone is still planting some seeds
Someone is still planting some seeds
Some seeds are watered for the sake of God
(...)
The providence
Will provide
The providence
Will provide
Anytime
Oh anytime!
Someday it will crack
One day it will grow back
Midway, along the way back home
Someday it will crack
One day it will grow back
Midway, along the way back home
Someday it will crack
One day it will grow back
Midway, along the way back home
(Midway, along the way back home)
Someday it will crack
One day it will grow back
Midway, along the way back home
(Oh along the way back home!)
(...)
(Oh along the way back home!)
(...)
Some still some seeds
Someone still some seeds
Some seeds for the sake of life
(Oh along the way back home!)
Some still some seeds
Someone still some seeds
Some seeds for the sake of life