Seeds Of The Pine Lyrics - West Was Burning - Martha Scanlan

Rains fell cold through June 

grass is up to my thigh 

say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon 

say it opens up the seeds of the pine 

I only want to dream about you 

the dollar I could spend but I should save 

just to see my fingers in your hair 

the golden wheat around us and 

beneath us where we lay 

You're a slow ride down a country mile 

you're the smell of apple pie to the blind 

you're the last light on a July western sky 

you're the center of the watermelon, 

you're a sweet, sweet smile 

Cottonwood a-shakin in the breeze 

surrounded by a starry sky 

easy to forget the things we need 

easy to stumble around mostly blind 

I could tell you not to come in from the storm 

I could tell you not to be so kind 

I could tell you not to close the door 

I could say I never wanted you for mine 

Rains fell cold through June 

grass is up to my thigh 

say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon 

say it opens up the seeds of the pine 

say it opens up the seeds of the pine 

say it opens up the seeds of the pine