She was never much of a gardener, but she sings to trees
Learns their names like prayers, in the fall collects the golden leaves
When the rain is cold and the day is night
A fire at her feet
They found a way to grow
A two-thousand year old seed
This is what hope looks like
Believing in life endlessly believing in life
Everyone told her to look for the land of milk and honey
Honking cars, burning money, casual catastrophes
How good or evil is the praying mantis or the honeybee?
She was never much of a gardener, but she sings to trees
They found a way to grow
A two-thousand year old seed
This is what hope looks like
Believing in life endlessly believing in life
Out her window there’s a maple and I know
Down in Virginia by the road her friend’s river birch grows
In the bed mixed with the reeds
The roots whisper from tree to tree
She may not understand, but she is always listening
They found a way to grow
A two-thousand year old seed
This is what hope looks like
Believing in life endlessly believing in life
They found a way to grow
A two-thousand year old seed
This is what hope looks like
Believing in life endlessly believing in life
Believing in life endlessly believing in life
She was never much of a gardener, but she sings to trees
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