Sow the seeds of your heart
In the soil of the earth and don't stray far
Give them light and water and a blessing
And don't forget to sing, sing
And don't forget to sing, sing
And the late April wind blows
Through my lonely late night window again
And the pollen from walnut tree
Blows through the air like static on a TV screen
Blows through the air like static on a TV screen
Sometimes I forget that the seasons will change
That this springtime fever will
Will turn into a haze of a slow, slow summer
Lean in to the heat
In a town where the creeks are lazy
And the salmon swim upstream
Outside my door I hear a woman singing
On my back porch it's magic she's weaving;
With a voice that matches the saints of all time
And a way of movin' that cannot be confined
She's got a way of movin' that cannot be confined
And walkin' along that dusty path
She takes a detour through the tall grass
Watchin' emotions flow in to the next
And reminding us we are so blessed
And reminding us we are so blessed
Sometimes she forgets that the seasons will change
That this springtime fever will
Will turn into a haze of a slow, slow summer
Lean in to the heat
In a town where the creeks are lazy
And the salmon swim upstream
Outside her house there's a sycamore tree
That's gnarled and twisted and tied up in three
Places where she cracked the night before
Ready for life to fall and be reborn
Let life fall and be reborn
Let life fall and be reborn
Sometimes she forgets that the seasons will change
That this springtime fever will
Will turn into a haze of a slow, slow summer
Lean in to the heat
In a town where the creeks are lazy
And the salmon swim upstream
And the late April wind blows again
Through my lonely window she invites herself in
Unannounced and unseen
And the pollen jumps about
Like static on a TV screen
And the pollen jumps about
Like static on a TV screen
And the pollen jumps about
Like static on a TV screen
And the pollen jumps about
Like static on a TV screen