Springtime In The Heart
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SPRINGTIME IN THE HEART
(Heath Cullen)
If you would like your tree to bear
the sweetest of its fruits
then you must never carelessly
throw salt upon the roots
I spend my sundays chopping wood
and tending to the hearth
it’s snowing on the mountains
but it’s springtime in the heart
And if you hope that others
might show kindness unto you
it pays to show to others
such a simple kindness too
I’ll spend my money in the town
and then I will depart
the autumn leaves drift by my window
but it’s springtime in the heart
We fight to keep from drowning
in the memory of our blood
but what’s the use pretending
if you can’t contain the flood?
we fight to keep from burning
in the heat of our desire
but what’s the use pretending
if you can’t contain the fire?
There are tourists in the market
there are tourists in the square
tourists in our secret places
fucking tourists everywhere
I’d send you my best wishes
but I don’t know where to start
now there’s a frost upon the meadow
but it’s springtime in the heart
There’s never been a better time
for love, now don’t forget
humanity is not a crime
at least it isn’t yet
I’ve spent a lifetime getting by
I’ve made of it an art
it’s winter in the heartland
but it’s springtime in the heart
The skies are all afeather
and all the birdies sing
the waiting and the weather
well, it doesn’t mean a thing
we wander through the wilderness
lay concrete on our tracks
but the wild in us will not be tamed
weeds claim the cracks
and how far will this go, my dear
before we make it stop?
they’re selling poison by the river
still we drink up every drop
I spend my sundays chopping wood
and tending to the hearth
it’s winter in the heartland
but it’s springtime in the heart
(Heath Cullen)
If you would like your tree to bear
the sweetest of its fruits
then you must never carelessly
throw salt upon the roots
I spend my sundays chopping wood
and tending to the hearth
it’s snowing on the mountains
but it’s springtime in the heart
And if you hope that others
might show kindness unto you
it pays to show to others
such a simple kindness too
I’ll spend my money in the town
and then I will depart
the autumn leaves drift by my window
but it’s springtime in the heart
We fight to keep from drowning
in the memory of our blood
but what’s the use pretending
if you can’t contain the flood?
we fight to keep from burning
in the heat of our desire
but what’s the use pretending
if you can’t contain the fire?
There are tourists in the market
there are tourists in the square
tourists in our secret places
fucking tourists everywhere
I’d send you my best wishes
but I don’t know where to start
now there’s a frost upon the meadow
but it’s springtime in the heart
There’s never been a better time
for love, now don’t forget
humanity is not a crime
at least it isn’t yet
I’ve spent a lifetime getting by
I’ve made of it an art
it’s winter in the heartland
but it’s springtime in the heart
The skies are all afeather
and all the birdies sing
the waiting and the weather
well, it doesn’t mean a thing
we wander through the wilderness
lay concrete on our tracks
but the wild in us will not be tamed
weeds claim the cracks
and how far will this go, my dear
before we make it stop?
they’re selling poison by the river
still we drink up every drop
I spend my sundays chopping wood
and tending to the hearth
it’s winter in the heartland
but it’s springtime in the heart
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from Springtime In The Heart,
released April 17, 2020
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