Low Country

I stood so long in the low country
I was swallowed by a hollow tree
May the moss grow thick, my roots grow deep
May summer make the best of me

Oooh, take the sap from the shoot
like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade 'neath the fruit

O sapling in the valley steep
what bounty from you can we reap
kindling for the mantlepiece
switches cut for softened knees

Oooh, take the sap from the shoot
like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade 'neath the fruit

When you were young and thought like me
you would walk in the low country
In the fertile ground, a fallow seed
blossoming among the weeds

Oooh, take the sap from the shoot
like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade 'neath the fruit

Oooh, take the sap from the shoot
like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade 'neath the fruit