Huckleberry

Feel the sun right down your back
Come a little bit closer
The rolling hills, the wrinkled map
Come a little bit closer
Fold me up and keep me in your pocket
Trudging through the weeds, my little huckleberry

And when the evening air gets cold
Come a little bit closer
Billowing fast and breathing close
Come a little bit closer
As we walk away my knees buckle
Promise me you'll stay, my little huckleberry
What part of us will stay

The grass is high, the cattle moan
Come a little bit closer
The drying paint, the gaping hole
Come a little bit closer
Staring at the yard we were so lucky
Heavy as a heart, my little huckleberry
What part of us will stay