Baby's Breath

There grows a weed, looks like a flower
Looks like baby's breath on a mirror

My girl and I rushed atop the altar
The sacrifice was made
It was not easy undertaking
The roots gripped soft like a living grave

Oh young girl at the wedding
Baby's breath in her hair
A crowning lace above her face
That will last a day
Before it turns to hay

Good plans are made by hand
I'd cut a clearing in the land
And for a little bed
For her to cry comfortable in

And each day I looked out on the lawn
And I wondered what all was gone
Until I saw it was lucky old me
How could I run without losing anything?
How could I run without becoming lean?
It was agreed, it was agreed
It was me tearing out the baby's breath

Oh I am a helpless man, so help me
I'm on my knees gardening
It was not a weed, it was a flower
My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone?
And she was not a weed, she was a flower

And now I know you must reap what you sow, or sing

Bill Callahan

Sycamore

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
There's blood on the seas if you map 'em
Christian, if you see your poppa
Tell him I love him
He taught me to love in the wild and
Fight in the gym

He taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup
And you won't get hurt if you just
Keep your hands up
And stand tall
Like sycamores

Sycamore got to grow down to grow up
Young roots told the soil like baby's first cup
And when they bend you in two
And say too green for the fire
When all you want to do is be a part of the fire
All you want to do is be the fire part of fire
Like sycamores

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
There's blood on the seas if you map 'em
Christian when I see your poppa
I'll tell him you love him
And remember to love in the wild and
Fight in the gym
Remember the bottle gives birth to the cup
And you won't get hurt if you just
Keep your hands up
And stand tall
Like sycamores

Bill Callahan