week fortythree: all the grain is gold

all the grain is gold

send my mama roses
tell my honey don’t quit
put my body in cedar now
comb my hair slick it down 

lay me where the grass grows
higher than the gravestones
lay me down in the cool shade
where the cows graze on the warm days

cause i’ve seen the silo
and all the grain is gold

i’ve been a leaf raker
a singer and a bedmaker
money’s fake power’s worse
fill the day with love and work

i’ve seen the red sun
setting over everyone
burning up a field of rye
like a missile a meteorite

and i’ve seen the silo
and all the grain is gold

cause i woke up in the night
with a fearful heart and a pain in my side
the doctor said okay all right let’s go
i want you to know it’s fine
i want you to know i don’t measure in time
i want you to know that all the grain is gold

so send my mama roses
tell my honey don’t quit
put my body in cedar wood
comb my hair make it look good

dress me in a white shirt
bless me with a kind word
lay me down in the cool shade
where the cows graze on the warm days

cause i’ve seen the silo
and all the grain is gold