Cut from the Vine

Love, goodbye!

You're still gardening outside

Some will live and some will die

When it's quiet you hear animals at night

Some can swim and some can fly

Some breathe fire

But I see shadows on the hillside

And I hear voices in the wind chime

So if I'm not here in the morning

Then I'll see you on the other side

Cut from the vine

But the spirit made me wine

Above the house

Let me show you what I found

There is nothing of me now but the sound

Take your time! Bring the firewood inside

Grow your hair and I'll grow mine

Water dries around our old chair

Garlic mixes in my old brine

Follow me down to the river

Come and meet me on the other side

Cut from the vine

But the spirit made me wine