Baby's Breath
Bill Callahan
There grows a weed, looks like a flower
Looks like baby's breath on a mirror
My girl and i rushed atop the altar
The sacrifice was made
It was not easy undertaking
The roots gripped soft like a living grave
Oh young girl at the wedding
Baby's breath in her hair
A crowning lace above her face
That will last a day
Before it turns to hay
Good plans are made by hand
I'd cut a clearing in the land
And for a little bed
For her to cry comfortable in
And each day i looked out on the lawn
And i wondered what all was gone
Until i saw it was lucky old me
How could i run without losing anything?
How could i run without becoming lean?
It was agreed, it was agreed
It was me tearing out the baby's breath
Oh i am a helpless man, so help me
I'm on my knees gardening
It was not a weed, it was a flower
My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone?
And she was not a weed, she was a flower
And now i know you must reap what you sow, or sing
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