Rediscover the sight of a bud,
how it made spring so golden.
Rediscover the sound of a bud,
how’t made field so soft spoken.
How it made spring so golden,
watch the rain making its way to her.
How’t made field so soft spoken,
listen to the voice of a mother.
Rediscover the sight of a bud,
how’t made everything happen.
Rediscover the sound of a bud
when comfort’s left unshaken.
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