Mile 137

Spring sleeps late in a bed of snow
Wake up dear, it's time to go
Sunrise over Setting Lake
The ice will break up one of these days

The wind calls in your mother's voice
The sun is bracing over in the west
She's tracked its path through the scrubby pines
For all her life, all her life

This town is small but it just takes one
To light a fire when darkness comes
Together rest, together help
The shivering [?] melt the ice away

Next year we're gonna plant some beets
[?] and onions, pumpkins, peas
[?] our tomato vine scatter seeds for tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow (tomorrow)

The flies will bite and the dogs will run
'Till summer's gone and harvest done
Walk two-by-two down the railroad tracks
And the ticking grass