[Verse 1] You set the sapling by the fence Where the clay stays cool and dark Seven seasons, seven marks On the handle of your spade You kept the rain in jars And waited through the hail Now green is climbing up the wire Though the fruit is still a ways [Chorus] Give it time, give it room Roots are working out of view You have carried what you could Now let the living answer you Count the leaves, not just the yield Hold your hands above the soil What you tended has a pulse Even when it takes its time to show [Verse 2] At noon you lean against the gate And study every branch One small pear, a stubborn bud A promise not yet ripe You could pull the whole thing up And start again elsewhere But your thumb remembers where The first new green appeared [Chorus] Give it time, give it room Roots are working out of view You have carried what you could Now let the living answer you Count the leaves, not just the yield Hold your hands above the soil What you tended has a pulse Even when it takes its time to show [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Not every season pays you back In baskets at the door Some years teach the branch to bend Some teach the heart to wait Keep the water near the roots Keep your judgment kind A harvest is a quiet thing Until the day it’s time [Final Chorus] Give it time, give it room Roots are working out of view You have carried what you could Now let the living answer you Count the leaves, then count the years See how far the green has gone What you tended has a pulse And the orchard’s coming on [Outro] Leave the gate unlatched Let the morning in
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