Seeds & Bones

The cry of the hawk, and the morning dove

The redwing blackbird, all singing for love

They mark their land, catch their prey

Feed their babies, for another day

I can feel that free, here on the ground

If I release, this burden to which I’m bound

My seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry with us, what do we bury on the road

Seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry, what do we bury on the road

What do we gather, when we’re called to leave

Flames of disaster, licking at our heels

Should I take my anger, my righteous need

All overgrown with my belief

Is there room for the promise that I must keep

I may not see the harvest, but my children will reap

My seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry with us, what do we bury on the road

I picked a fruit that was offered me

Ate it whole and kept the seeds

To scatter with me when I leave

To see what sticks and what wants to be

In fertile soil or blown by desert wind

We find the place we can start again

All I carry is in the palm of my hand

These seeds of hope for another land

My seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry with us, what do we bury on the road

Seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry, what do we bury on the road

Seeds and bones, seeds and bones

What do we carry, what do we bury on the road