Amanda Opelt

SEVEN SONGS

Harvest (Marriage)

Does it make a sound when the years go rushing by
And our souls weighed down by bitter truth and sweeter lies

Do I know you from somewhere?  Have I told you that this is warfare?
If we live to tell the tale, they'll find us back to back in the belly of a whale

Lover of my youth, take my hand, this is not the Promised Land
Whoa, home is a mountain where our mothers lay in rest
We will work the stubborn soil, I will not tarry in my toil
Whoa, sow the good, but reap the best

If you could go back, would you still choose me?
Is that not what we all ask?  And it wakes us in our sleep

But I've known you since I first met you, first laid eyes on the deep blue
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, I am shaking in my shoes but I have no regrets

It's the harvest of a thousand choices, in a chorus of a million voices
I choose you, I'm singing with you
It's the harvest of a thousand choices, in a chorus of a million voices
I choose you, I'm singing with you

Lover of my youth, take my hand, this is not the Promised Land
Whoa, home is a mountain where our children will be blessed
We will work the stubborn soil, I will not tarry in my toil
Whoa, whoa

 

 

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