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• Artiste: Bill Callahan
• Titre: Baby's Breath
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There grows a weed, looks like a flower Looks like baby's breath on a mirror My girl and I rushed atop the altar The sacrifice was made It was not easy undertaking The roots gripped soft like a living grave Oh young girl at the wedding Baby's breath in her hair A crowning lace above her face That will last a day Before it turns to hay Good plans are made by hand I'd cut a clearing in the land And for a little bed For her to cry comfortable in And each day I looked out on the lawn And I wondered what all was gone Until I saw it was lucky old me How could I run without losing anything? How could I run without becoming lean? It was agreed, it was agreed It was me tearing out the baby's breath Oh I am a helpless man, so help me I'm on my knees gardening It was not a weed, it was a flower My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone? And she was not a weed, she was a flower And now I know you must reap what you sow, or sing