[Verse] I've watched these fields turn golden Day after endless summer day Built my home between the roots and soil that my grandmother's Grandmother knew Before the metal giants came Before they learned to draw straight lines across curved earth [Pre-Chorus] And now they're saying Progress can't wait for small things Like memories Or the songs we sing to our children About belonging [Chorus] Oh, the ground trembles with their truth Their holy geometric patterns While we scatter like seeds in a hard wind Looking for somewhere soft to land Somewhere to grow again [Verse] Last night I heard the old mice talking About better days When decisions were made by those who walked the ground Not by weather vanes turning in distant winds My children ask where we'll go I tell them home is wherever the earth still remembers .. how to dream [Pre-Chorus] And now they're saying Progress can't wait for small things Like memories Or the songs we sing to our children About belonging [Chorus] Oh, the ground trembles with their truth Their holy geometric patterns While we scatter like seeds in a hard wind Looking for somewhere soft to land Somewhere to grow again [Bridge] Sometimes in the quiet Between the rumbling of their machines I can still hear the whispers of what we once were Free things Small things Living things Before they learned to measure our worth In bushels and acres [Verse 3] Tomorrow we'll join the others Moving through shadows of wheat Like thoughts through a tired mind Some say there's still wild places Where the straight lines haven't reached Where a mouse can still write their story in the dust Without permission [Pre-Chorus] And now they're saying Progress can't wait for small things Like memories Or the songs we sing to our children About belonging Oh, the ground trembles with their truth their holy geometric patterns While we scatter like seeds in a hard wind Looking for somewhere soft to land Somewhere to grow again [Outro] [End]
