[Verse 1] Mother kept a little book With weather in its seams; I used to think the things she knew Belonged inside of dreams. Now the furrow lifts its head, The corn stands shoulder high; I sing into the summer soil And something sings reply. [Pre-Chorus] Gold upon the working wing, Gold within the comb; Every small and humming thing Has found a welcome home. [Chorus] Honey from the ashes, Gold from all your spite; You burned my barn at midnight— Now the dark is full of flight. Honey from the ashes, Watch the black field turn to light. [Verse 2] I saw the beams become a cage Of orange in the rain; A season rising into smoke, My hands spread out in vain. Then morning brought a thousand wings To settle near my cheek; I gave the bees my broken song. They gave me what I seek. [Chorus] Honey from the ashes, Gold from all your spite; You burned my barn at midnight— Now the dark is full of flight. Honey from the ashes, Watch the black field turn to light. [Bridge - rhythm darkens] Count it, Wallace, count it twice; Every debt is paid. Why does triumph frighten me More than hunger ever did? I see you watching from the road. I see the story taking shape. [Final Chorus - fierce female choir] Honey from the ashes, Gold from all your spite; You burned my barn at midnight— Now the dark is full of flight. Honey from the ashes, Watch the black field turn to light. [Outro - instruments stop beneath the voice] All I wanted was a harvest. All you wanted was my place.
