[Verse 1] You keep a bowl of peaches by the door, Dirt on your cuffs, a key beneath the mat. The whole house learns the shape of your hands, A loaf rising slow beneath a tea towel. [Pre-Chorus] You say, “Come in, don’t bring me a reason, There’s room at the table, there’s rain for the garden.” [Chorus] Empress, keeper of the seed and the season, You make a kingdom from a patch of ground. With your open arms and your patient breathing, You teach the lost things how to settle down. [Verse 2] A green hem brushes the porch-step stone, You mend the torn sleeve, you name the new lamb. No crown can hold what your kindness grows, No wall can keep out the warmth of your land. [Pre-Chorus] You say, “Take your time, let the roots find water, The fruit comes sweet when the branch can carry.” [Chorus] Empress, keeper of the seed and the season, You make a kingdom from a patch of ground. With your open arms and your patient breathing, You teach the lost things how to settle down. [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] And when the fields lie pale and fallow, You save one seed inside your palm. You do not force the spring to answer; You hold the dark until it’s calm. [Final Chorus] Empress, keeper of the seed and the season, You make a kingdom from a patch of ground. With your open arms and your patient breathing, You teach the lost things how to settle down. [Outro] A bowl of peaches by the door, A little green returning to the floor.
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