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4. This Ground

by Dave Schindele

(c) Words Unheard Publishing ASCAP

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Dave: piano, vocals

Tracy: cello

I was heading Northward Winter coming on

I was setting forth toward the setting Sun

That August dusk I drove that damned

crammed rusty Datsun

up a bright highway in an empty mood

The day I found this ground only growing good

There were small ripe plums and winesap apples and swift wind in the pines

Cleansed my senses, cleared my tears

Darned my threadbare mind

Fens walked alone and unmown meadows

left the mess I'd made behind

I met early snows in full-grown woods and

Still found this ground only growing good

It's why I put roots down

It's why I hold this ground

This ground's only growing good

This ground's only growing good

Twenty-three that August dusk

I'm over fifty now, stepping just as hard

On these patient fields and woods

And still these parts do my heart such good

I stay around because this ground

still does me good

This ground blows the breath of life

This ground goes from death to life

This ground just grows me back alive

It's why I put roots down

It's why I hold this ground