[Verse 1] You keep the windows cracked for morning air A clay pot leaning by the kitchen chair Your hands know when the soil has had enough You make a little last, you make it tough [Pre-Chorus] No borrowed crown, no gilded throne You grow your riches close to home [Chorus] Queen of Pentacles, steady and kind A table with room, a clear working mind You turn what you’re given to something that stays Rooted in care, rich in your ways [Verse 2] A jar of beans, a bill paid on time The rosemary bends by the old clothesline You lend your coat, but you know what to keep You plant for the harvest, you let yourself sleep [Pre-Chorus] No need to prove what your hands can do The earth gives back when you tend it true [Chorus] Queen of Pentacles, steady and kind A table with room, a clear working mind You turn what you’re given to something that stays Rooted in care, rich in your ways [Instrumental Break: expressive blues guitar solo trading with dubby keyboard phrases] [Bridge] Let the good things take their time Let the roots work out of sight What you nurture, what you mend Keeps on giving in the end [Final Chorus] Queen of Pentacles, steady and kind A table with room, a clear working mind You turn what you’re given to something that stays Rooted in care, rich in your ways Queen of Pentacles, warm and wise A garden of plenty beneath open skies [Outro] Your hands know the season Your heart knows the ground
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