I can't rip what I sow
I haven't planted all year
My garden...
Empty
And it's good
Because it never rained
Out on the scorching sun
My soil dried
Even the grass died
And as for my cherry tree?
All those flowers
They fade away
But when the wind blows
The branches of the Walnut tree
Oh I can hear
I can hear they sing Your name.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
I can't rip what I sow
I haven't planted all year
My garden...
Empty
And it's good
Because it never rained
Out on the scorching sun
My soil dried
Even the grass died
And as for my cherry tree?
All those flowers
They fade away
But when the wind blows
The branches of the Walnut tree
Oh I can hear
I can hear they sing Your name.
