The Roots

If i were a farmer i’d grow food for the birds and the bees

If i were in the business of making you pleased,

I’d take you by the hand and i’d sit you on this land

Just to show you how it feels

If i had a foot or two on you, i’d talk down, you’d listen up

We’d meet in the middle

If i were an arborist i’d plant you a forest of anti-famine trees

If i were an ethnobotanist i’d classify your race by your starting place

Just to show you how it feels

But these are the tools i’ve got

And i have not forgotten the good works our voices can do

If i were a dowser i’d find you a well just as deep as you need

If i had a plan in all of this i’d help you feel alive in the hope that you’d revive

The deep faith you once had

If i die today i’d rot away six feet beneath the trees and the birds and the bees

And the flowers you’d pick as you pray on your knees

The roots go down and the life comes up

The roots go down and meet us in the middle