Slowly and with little steps
They grow each passing day
Their tender limbs reach to the sun
They blossom in new ways
We gently tend those little seeds
And help them plant their roots
We strengthen them with soft blown winds
And help them plant their roots
We strengthen them with soft blown winds
Those gentle little shoots
When it’s time to take them out
And plant them on their own
We worry what will happen
When they’re out there all alone
As the season stretches out
Their fruit grows on the vine
We water them and with a smile
We know they’ll be just fine
Their fruit grows on the vine
We water them and with a smile
We know they’ll be just fine
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