Someday in the country Someday on our own We'll grow tulips from rain Color the season Grey to indigo We'll know how much it takes The staff and the reed and my wife Burn with the hammer tonight As we lie We rest our eyes For morrow brings you home For morrow brings you home Someday in the mountains Someday in the still we'll feel Fragrant and free Carried by our children Up all winter green We'll lean Back into the breeze The staff and the reed and my wife Burn with the hammer tonight As we lie We rest our eyes For morrow brings you home For morrow brings you home