[Verse 1] I found three little seeds in the fold of my coat From the garden by the old green boat One in a paper sleeve, one in a jar One with a label saying where you are Keep them dry, keep them cool, keep the date in ink A patient little promise at the edge of the sink I'm collecting cannabis seeds for the season ahead Tiny brown commas in a box by the bed Saving what the garden gave, choosing what to grow A pocket full of futures with a steady hand below [Verse 2] Mirror brought a handful wrapped in wax paper tight Said mark the mother plant before you lose the light We wrote down the color, the height, the day Then tucked each quiet treasure safely away No damp air, no loose lid, no mystery pile A little care now buys a garden smile I'm collecting cannabis seeds for the season ahead Tiny brown commas in a box by the bed Saving what the garden gave, choosing what to grow A pocket full of futures with a steady hand below [Bridge] Not every seed is meant to bloom in my ground Some belonged to friends in another town Trade a few, save a few, leave the rest alone A garden grows kinder when its stories travel home [Chorus] I'm collecting cannabis seeds for the season ahead Tiny brown commas in a box by the bed Saving what the garden gave, choosing what to grow A pocket full of futures, letting good things go Label on the lid, little note beside Tomorrow's green beginning, waiting quiet inside
