Lyrics Rows of Clover - H.C. McEntire

Rows of clover cover up
A season's worth of wasted dirt
Rye will tie the doe to fear
The ring of cedars standing there
Buckshot barrel, steady hands
Plunder through the flattened land
Barrels burn to ashes all
Baskets stockpiled in the hall
It ain't the easy kind of healing
When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden
It ain't the easy kind of healing
When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden
Past heirs draw the master plot
Red Wings in thе pasture rot
Axes, taxes, mark and bind
Yiеld is rich with yellow pine
Bow beside the granite mound
At your heels, the steadfast hound
Crawl to cracks where the light gets through
Warm and golden, absolute
It ain't the easy kind of healing
When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden
It ain't the easy kind of healing
When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden