now so much i know that things just don’t grow if you don’t bless them with your patience, and i’ve been there before, i held up the door for every stranger with a promise.
but i’m holding back, that’s the strength that i lack, every morning keeps returning at my window and it brings me to you and i won’t just pass through -
but I’m not asking for a storm.
i’ll be your emmylou and i’ll be your june if you’ll be my gram and my johnny too,
no, i’m not asking much of you -
just sing little darling, sing with me.
