First of many flowers

Growing close behind the wall

Flax and seed, want and need

The wonder of it all

There's a place in that garden

We’ve both been there, darling

I won't forget

That day we met long ago

Woods of miles and acres

Winding through the hills

Moaning of the barnyard dogs

And barbed wire fences

There's a place in that countryside

You’ll build a house so deep and wide

I can see the stones

The fires and thrones of long ago

Long ago

Rooms of abandoned houses in my mind

Long ago

Back porch living suits me fine

There were paints of blue and green

I was somewhere in between

Mama rings the dinner bell

Women and men

Move towards the sacred sound

Of a chiming metal wind

Daddy he flips a dime

How will we survive this time

Long ago

There were sharecropping farmers on the land

Long ago

All that's left are rusty nails in your hand

There were walls of yellow hue

Yeah, I learned a thing or two

The Trace winds 1000 ways

The Natchez drew it well

Their hallowed bones the native ones

Ours a merchants' trail

There are places in that road

Where lie the seeds we sowed

I won't forget

That day we met long ago

Long ago