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Since you lay my burdens |
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Since you lay my burdens |
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Since you lay my burdens down |
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All the troubles I been |
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Dragging down this trail |
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Seep into the thirsty ground |
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Since you turned your light |
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Upon my darkened dale |
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The pollinators flex their wings |
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And take into the air |
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Spin their emeraldine |
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Webs across the swales and prairies |
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And my stampeding buffalo |
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Stops in her tracks and watches the snow |
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Falling through the old oak tree |
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When you give your heart to me |
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This is my song of love |
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Gathered from stuff above |
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The wires, feathers and clouds |
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This is a song for you |
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A spring comes bubbling through |
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The place whenever you're around |
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And my stampeding buffalo |
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Stops in her tracks and watches the snow |
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Falling through the old oak tree |
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When you give your heart to me |
