my baby, she got toes
sunk so deep in that morning
grass that she says, daddy,
i can't walk.
and i say no, i can't
pick you up, you need
to walk honey, it's just
from the dew
my baby, she got hair
blond as the sun, and it
shine in july the way the heavens
weep down on the forgiven
and i say, i love you,
and she look at the
tree with the horse
swing...
