[Verse 1] Your coat still hangs beside the door; The sleeve remembers you. I set the kettle on the hearth And almost pour for two. Beyond the glass the field lies bare, The winter taking hold; They speak to me of providence. I ask them for the hoe. [Chorus] You cannot bury me beside him; I have living left to do. There is seed beneath this sorrow, There is work to carry through. Call it just a widow's acre— It is all I have of you. [Verse 2] Wallace comes with folded hands And measures out my need; He speaks of roofs and family While looking past the trees. His pity has a fence around it, His kindness has a key; He wants the earth beneath my feet And calls it charity. [Chorus] You cannot bury me beside him; I have living left to do. There is seed beneath this sorrow, There is work to carry through. Call it just a widow's acre— It is all I have of you. [Bridge - almost whispered] I called your name into the hollow; The hollow gave it back. Now every step I take toward morning Feels like leaving you in black. Forgive the bread I learn to swallow. Forgive the days I learn to want. [Final Chorus - rising female choir] You cannot bury me beside him; I have living left to do. There is seed beneath this sorrow, There is work to carry through. Call it just a widow's acre— I will make it carry two. [Outro] One to sleep beneath the silence, One to see the planting through.
