all along the field
where the wildflowers grow
I test the dirt beneath my feet
as though it were a snow,
freshly fallen, careful steps
I go, I go, I go,
and hope the dust will settle there,
will settle down below,
where the wildflowers grow
I test the dirt beneath my feet
as though it were a snow,
freshly fallen, careful steps
I go, I go, I go,
and hope the dust will settle there,
will settle down below,
behind me now,
those steps are made
I know, I know, I know
I must look toward the flowers as
I pass by every row
and make my every enemy,
my past steps and my foes,
the friends I love to love so well,
the better seeds I sow.
I know, I know, I know
I must look toward the flowers as
I pass by every row
and make my every enemy,
my past steps and my foes,
the friends I love to love so well,
the better seeds I sow.
saunterings 