Baby's Breath

There grows a weed

Looks like a flower

Looks like baby's breath on a mirror

My girl and I

Rushed atop the altar

The sacrifice was made

It was not easy undertaking

The roots gripped soft like a living grave

Oh young girl at the wedding

Baby's breath in her hair

A crowning lace above her face

That'll last a day

Before it turns to hay

Good plans are made by hand

I'd cut a clearing in the land

For a little bed

For her to cry comfortable in

And each day I looked out on the lawn

And I wondered what all was gone

Until I saw it was lucky old me

How could I run without losing anything?

How could I run without becoming lean?

It was agreed

It was agreed

It was me tearing out the baby's breath

Oh, I am a helpless man

So help me

I'm on my knees

Gardening

It was not a weed

It was a flower

My baby's gone

Oh, where has my baby gone?

She was not a weed

She was a flower

And now I know you must reap what you sow

Or sing

Yes now I know you must reap what you sow

Or sing