(soft acoustic guitar strum)

Morning spills gold on the field

You walk slow through rows of green

Wind hums low by the wooden gate

And the earth keeps our quiet scene

(light fiddle & hand drum)

You plant a smile in my day

I harvest laughter in return

Your eyes sow sparks in my chest

Like summer fires that softly burn

(steel guitar glide)

Love grows wild in furrowed lines

Where your hand fits into mine

We rake the clouds, we seed the sky

Two hearts turning soil and time

(acoustic bass pulse, gentle whistle)

Buttercups nod when you pass

Even the scarecrow sways your way

The barn door creaks like a shy old song

Watching our slow ballet

(fiddle lift, warm harmonies)

You plant a smile in my day

I harvest laughter in return

Your eyes sow sparks in my chest

Like summer fires that softly burn

(final soft guitar & wind chime)

If seasons spin and rivers roam

Still these fields will understand

Love was growing all along

In the garden of your hand.