Weeds by Loud in the Pines

In our backyard, there’s a garden
Just waiting to be born
I can feel it, green and wild
Nothing like the ones in magazines
In the springtime, we could plant it
But we don’t know what it needs
And the ground is crowded with weeds right now
The ground is crowded with weeds

In our backyard, I bring water
To the plants that you brought home
We worry over how they’re coping
See the neighbours’ lawn so neat and dear
In the evening, we build fires
And we talk about next year
But the clouds are drawing near right now
The clouds are drawing near

In our backyard, we are struggling
Nothing planned will grow
I start over, then you show me
Where the weeds bloom there are butterflies
In the morning, we hear birdsong
And we listen for a while
And we’re both beginning to smile right now
We’re both beginning to smile

In our backyard, there’s a garden
Just waiting to be born
I can feel it, green and wild
Nothing like the ones in magazines
In the springtime, we could plant it
Fill it with what we need
But I think we like the weeds right now
I think we like the weeds
Yeah, I think we like the weeds right now
I think we like the weeds

• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• folk
• indie folk
• mandolin
• singer-songwriter
• Edmonton